"Those who understand the times are outstanding men. It's naturally best if you can think that way," Lin Xuan said faintly after glancing at the little figure.
The Corpse Infant's face was filled with fear. He opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing, as if he had already accepted his fate.
Lin Xuan had no intention of wasting words either, and was about to plant a restriction on him. Yet just then, a sudden change erupted.
The Corpse Infant abruptly raised his head. The fear on his face vanished completely, replaced by resentment and poison, while a faint trace of cruelty flashed through his eyes.
He opened his mouth, and a tiny needle shot toward Lin Xuan's throat as fast as lightning.
This fellow had never intended to surrender. He had simply been showing weakness to the enemy, then seizing the chance to launch a sneak attack.
At this moment, he was only about a zhang away from Lin Xuan. At such a close distance, unless the other party also knew teleportation, there was absolutely no way he could dodge.
Whoosh...
Sure enough, it hit. The Corpse Infant was overjoyed, but the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth curved into a mocking smile. Light flashed over his body, and he turned into countless fragments.
"Not good, it's an illusion technique!"
This time, the Corpse Infant was truly frightened out of his wits. He had not expected that, despite the other party's young age, his scheming was so deep that it was not the least bit inferior to those Nascent Soul Realm old monsters.
"Since Fellow Daoist refuses the toast only to drink the penalty wine, then this Lin won't be polite either."
Before Lin Xuan's words had even faded, Yue'er had already made the first move. The little girl