"Sure enough, you think so too!"
After listening to Bibi Dong, Du Bai's eyes lit up.
He had received affirmation—especially affirmation from someone he liked.
Du Bai had already come to terms with it and further adapted to killing.
"Thank you, Bibi Dong!"
Du Bai said with a grateful expression.
"Du Bai, don't tell me this was your first time killing someone? I killed someone when I was eight."
Bibi Dong looked at Du Bai with disdain and disbelief.
Of course, Bibi Dong was joking, trying to shift his attention.
Sure enough, when Du Bai heard that, his expression immediately changed.
"What do you mean? I killed someone when I was six!"
Du Bai's expression turned cold again.
On one hand, he did not want to expose the fact that he had only begun killing after transmigrating here. On the other, he felt that looking weak in front of Bibi Dong would be too embarrassing.
Seeing Du Bai like this, Bibi Dong could not help but laugh.
Just then.
A young woman's furious shout rang out.
"Bastard, I'll kill both of you!"
Du Bai and Bibi Dong followed the voice.
It was Meng Yiran. She was holding a two-meter-tall snake-headed staff, while the two yellow soul rings around her body pulsed wildly.
Although she only had two yellow soul rings.
Meng Yiran radiated an imposing aura, her hair standing on end in fury, as though she were prepared to fight them to the death.
"Yiran, don't fool around!"
Behind Meng Yiran, Dragon Duke Meng Shu shouted.
As Dragon Duke berated her, he used what little Soul Power he had left to yank Meng Yiran back fiercely.
With a thud.
Meng Yiran staggered several steps before Dragon Duke Meng Shu pulled her to the ground.
"Grandpa!"
Meng Yiran wanted to say