Killing Intent and Fear

"So, you brought this guy over?"

Inside the vast and magnificent palace.

Looking at the huge, sealed blood-red crystal not far away.

Sitting upon the throne, after giving it an interested once-over, Xi Shenlian casually asked the question above to Cavallo, who was standing like a lackey at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes!"

"Although this guy's birth was entirely due to some unknown accident, and it is very fierce and untamable, not a friendly lifeform at all, as a special lifeform with a very bizarre life form, I figured you might like it, so I brought it over."

Previously, although their communication was limited.

The knowledgeable Cavallo still keenly perceived that Xi Shenlian was, in essence, a thrill-seeker purely looking for fun.

Guys like this.

Cavallo had encountered quite a few in the past.

Even.

Within its own race, there were many such guys to begin with.

Makala, for instance, could be considered a typical representative of them.

When that guy had spare time.

It would actually have nothing better to do than transform into a fully automatic wish-granting machine, randomly helping various weak lifeforms in different universes fulfill all sorts of messy wishes, and then acting as a background prop to silently observe what those wish-granted weak lifeforms would do and experience after their wishes came true.

Only.

Compared to Makala's relatively harmless, neutral faction thrill-seeker style.

In its observation, Xi Shenlian was undoubtedly a more extreme and powerful thrill-seeker, belonging to the chaotic faction of thrill-seekers...

Therefore.

Cavallo felt that Death Grudge, which it couldn't find a good place to settle for the moment, might just make a suitable gift to ingratiate itself with the new boss.

What if Xi Shenlian found this thing interesting enough?

It was a bit uncertain about that.

Yet it felt it