834: The Assembly of Gods? I Remember It (Part 1) [Please Vote for This Month's Ticket]

The Black-clothed Martial Artist prided himself on having lived a long life. He wouldn't claim to have seen everything, but there truly wasn't much in this world that could stir fear in his heart. Yet Shen Youli had managed it.

After she said, in a voice brimming with Killing Intent, "Damn it, three-year-old, kill him," her expression abruptly changed the next second. Her Killing Intent was overtaken by innocence and indignation. Even a face-changer couldn't have switched expressions so fast.

Her almond-shaped eyes were bright and dewy. She pouted as if sulking and muttered aggrievedly, "You're being mean to You Li! You big bad guy! What gives you the right to tell You Li what to do? You Li's been so bored lately. It took so long to find a new toy and a new friend, so You Li doesn't want to break them so soon! Not listening, not listening! The turtle's chanting sutras! You bullied You Li, so You Li's going to tell on you to the other kids!"

Her mouth said one thing, but the sickle in her hand nearly sliced his head off. The Black-clothed Martial Artist barely dodged the fatal blow, relying on his injuries to push himself out of the way. He met the amusement, innocence, and cruelty in those almond eyes. In an instant, an inexplicable suspicion rose in his heart.

Had he really evaded the killing blow through his own skill?

Or had she deliberately held back, savoring her prey's final struggles? Shen Youli now seemed like a pure, guileless, innocent child. She might say she wanted to be friends with a caterpillar, then pick up a stone and smash it into mush, blow after blow.

To children, life and death were vague concepts. They might not even understand the difference between them.