Fang the Butcher Is Here-Give Me Some Face! An Extra Chapter for Shuji Luzhu Benzun, the Alliance Leader

Dongfang Sansan paced back and forth across the room, brows furrowed as she pondered deeply.

"What happened somewhere we don't know about? Could it be that the Heavenly Centipede God suffered a setback? Or that the Divine Ferret Sect's god found an opportunity?"

"But this ambush and probing attack both reek of petty narrow-mindedness... So what exactly is the reason?"

"Could the struggle for the Guardians' and the Sole True Sect's fortunes have given the Divine Ferret Sect's god an opening?"

"Then..."

Dongfang Sansan murmured, one sentence following another, her voice ethereal.

Often, the sentence before and the one after had nothing to do with each other, worlds apart.

But she simply leaped from one line of thought to another, mulling things over.

The expression on Xue Fuxiao's face—that of I understand everything you're saying—gradually became impossible to maintain, slowly turning into a blank, foolish daze.

By the end, her clear eyes were already spinning in circles.

"Little Snow, do you want Duan Xiyang dead, or do you want him alive?"

Dongfang Sansan asked.

"What do you mean?"

"We now have the conditions to kill Duan Xiyang."

Dongfang Sansan considered the matter. "As long as we're willing, under these circumstances, even if the Nine Great Vice Head Sect Leaders all came, I could still make absolutely certain that Duan Xiyang died."

Xue Fuxiao froze.

After a long while, she said, "Either way is fine with me."

"You really don't want him dead after all."

A cold edge flashed in Dongfang Sansan's eyes as she glanced at Xue Fuxiao. "Keep arguing, and you'll go dig in the mines!"

Xue Fuxiao fell silent.

"Mutual appreciation is unacceptable."

Dongfang Sansan said flatly, "Duan Xiyang's life or death can only be decided by the bigger picture, not personal feelings."

"Then can Duan Xiyang die