When she smiled, she seemed harmless, almost casual.
But in the eyes of the Mediocre Death God, Ao Xin truly seemed like a demon. She was absolutely terrifying.
He looked at Ao Xin and said, "What exactly do you want to ask? You can ask now, but I don't have much I can tell you."
Qin Xi had not expected Ao Xin to push the Mediocre Death God this far.
Delight rose in his heart, but his face showed no particular expression.
Ao Xin, however, looked extremely disappointed. She let out a deep sigh and said to the Mediocre Death God, "I haven't even done anything yet. Why are you already like this?"
"Give me a chance to ask what information you actually know."
Watching Ao Xin put on an act like this, Qin Xi truly felt that at this moment, Ao Xin might have become playful.
He did not speak either, simply watching the Mediocre Death God's terrified state.
The Mediocre Death God was truly unwilling to accept this. He kept looking in Qin Xi's direction and shouted at him, "Didn't you say that as long as I told you what I knew, you would let me go?"
"Are you saying your word doesn't count?"
Qin Xi did not speak. He was waiting for the moment the Mediocre Death God's mental state collapsed bit by bit.
Ao Xin did not move either. Since Qin Xi had not given the word, it seemed she still had to make the other party suffer a little.
Little by little, Ao Xin stepped forward, reached out, and clamped her hand onto the Mediocre Death God's shoulder. Then she applied just a bit of force.
She was already built in that especially big and burly way, and at that moment, a burst of wailing