"Y-You... who exactly are you?"
Looking at the Devil Race member whose eyes were brimming with shock, Qing Mo lightly raised a brow and granted it the right to speak.
But after hearing the terrified Devil Race member's trembling question—
With Little Biyao in one arm and his other arm hugged tightly by Liang Bing, Qing Mo revealed a faint smile.
"I'm merely a passerby... ahem...!"
"Didn't you hear what Little Biyao called me earlier? I'm the Brother Qing Mo she spoke of!"
"Didn't you just call me brother too?"
Having not experienced the feeling of being fish on the chopping block for countless years, this Devil Race member now feared Qing Mo before it down to the very depths of its soul.
In its immensely long memories, it had never had any dealings with him whatsoever. Even today was merely their first meeting!
Yet he had actually been able to clearly state that it had successfully possessed this Devil Race body, and had even laid out, in exhaustive detail, most of its cultivation from its previous life, along with all those secret schemes!
For this very reason, this Devil Race member's fear of Qing Mo had long since risen to an indescribable height.
So that woman who kept calling herself "this old lady" every other word—everything she had said before was true!
The cultivation their man possessed had truly reached an unimaginable, utterly inconceivable realm!
Before him, it truly did not even have the chance to cry!
"Honestly! Why the hell are we still wasting words on this dog bastard?"
"This old lady has been dying to have a little 'heart-to-heart' with it!"
After learning in detail from Qing Mo that this Devil Race member, which had suddenly undergone such a drastic change, had been possessed by the remnant