Chu Qing wanted to take back the dragon sinew.
And, while he was at it, nurture this girl a little.
But he felt that she would not dare go in with him.
After all, this was Liu Prefecture City.
The girl had lived here her whole life, and her fear of aristocratic families had seeped into her bones.
Now that she had seen someone hacked to death by a flurry of blades, she should have been even less willing to go inside.
The young man beside her, on the other hand, should have had some courage.
However:
To Chu Qing's surprise:
The girl actually tugged at the hem of his clothes, intending to go in.
That young man gently shook his head.
Chu Qing paused, then let the girl hold onto his clothes.
Chu Qing led the girl to the gates of the aristocratic estate.
The guards handling the corpses glared. "Who are you?!"
"This is our..."
Chu Qing blew out a breath.
One guard's head after another exploded.
Chu Qing continued inward with the girl.
Whenever anyone tried to stop him, he simply exhaled.
His breath was like an arrow, piercing through their heads in an instant.
Ordinary people died like this.
Martial artists died like this.
Third Limit experts died like this.
Even:
The foundations of the aristocratic family died like this.
Wherever Chu Qing passed, blood flowed into rivers.
The girl trembled all over.
Yet she did not scream, much less collapse.
A few minutes later:
Chu Qing had obtained that dragon sinew.
The irritable, vicious Head of the House, after losing his head, lay quietly on the ground alongside the newly appointed steward. He was no longer irritable.
The girl asked in a trembling voice, "Why did you kill them?"
"Why didn't you kill us?"
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