Qin Yang took two steps back and looked the great dragon-headed demon up and down. Only after a long while did Qin Yang ask sincerely.
"I really want to know who gave you the courage—or what you were thinking—to dare come looking for trouble with me, say all this right to my face, and then still feel so wronged that you wanted someone to sympathize with you?"
Qin Yang was truly full of question marks. Even he felt like he had misheard something.
If not for his long-held belief that when a person died, their debts vanished and all grudges were settled—and, honestly, this fellow's death had been far too stifling—Qin Yang would have burst out laughing...
Otherwise, Qin Yang would have made this guy die an even more stifling death right now.
"If you had kept the Little Merman safe and not let her get lost, would any of this have happened? I would not have been blinded by greed for a moment and thrown away my life, dying such a stifling death."
The dragon-headed great demon spoke with righteous conviction, convinced that he was absolutely right.
Qin Yang was somewhat shocked by this fellow's train of thought. Following it through, he inexplicably felt that, at first listen, there seemed to be a little logic to it.
After all, Little Seventh was only a Little Merman and needed someone to look after her. That was reasonable enough. After getting lost, it was only natural that she would immediately seek out the person she trusted most.
But once he worked his way through that logic, Qin Yang looked at the dragon-headed great demon again and could not help feeling a trace of sympathy.
So he was an idiot—an idiot with a bad brain, with nothing but good innate bloodline and