Two huge crimson eyes stared at the dried fish perched on his nose bridge, crossing inward. He looked both terrifying and adorable, making it hard not to laugh.
Yue Qianchou asked cheerfully, "How about it? This should let you die a swift and painless death, right?"
He was no longer in a rush to kill Crocodile Immortal Lord. He first had to pry the news of the Purple Flame out of him, so he had brought out a fish to frighten him. Whether it could actually scare him was another matter.
It took Crocodile Immortal Lord quite a while to come back to his senses. He asked woodenly, "How did you do that?"
Seeing there was hope, Yue Qianchou rubbed his palm instead and threatened, "I advise you to tell me about the Purple Flame. Otherwise, I'll turn you into dried crocodile meat, drag you ashore, and let the Cannibal Tribe by the lake slowly enjoy you."
Those crimson eyes fixed on him. Crocodile Immortal Lord said in a deep voice, "You brat isn't a good man at all. The moment I tell you, I'm afraid you'll immediately take my life."
"You're overthinking it! My reputation outside is famously good. I've always treated young and old alike without deception, and my word is as good as gold." Yue Qianchou waved a hand indifferently. "As long as you tell me about the Purple Flame, I'll definitely find a way to help you pull out that sword."
"Cut the act. I've lived for so many years—what sort of people haven't I seen? People like you, with sweet words and foul words flying from your mouth alike, are the least reliable." Crocodile Immortal Lord declared with a voice that struck the ground like iron, "One sentence: find a way to pull out the