I don't have the heart to do it.

"Let him come?" Ou Yulu's expression was one of joy. No matter what, Meng Zheng's cultivation was definitely inferior to Ling Chuxi 's. Moreover, he was Ling Chuxi's follower, and she and Ling Zhongxiao were Ling Chuxi's family. He would not dare to be too ruthless.

"What, you're not even willing to do this?" Ling Chuxi asked with a straight face.

"No, no, of course I'm willing. Cousin, I know you're the best to us." Ou Yulu's smile was exceptionally bright, and even the way she addressed him became much more intimate.

"Yulu, you might have misunderstood me. It's just that I can't bear to do it myself because I saw how scared you were. Don't be happy too soon, Meng Zheng is a descendant of the demon race, and he's even more ruthless than me. Don't say I didn't warn you, if you don't want to be beaten to death, you'd better bring out your strongest strength. " Ling Chuxi said with a face full of pity.