Zi Zhenzhu: How Can a Little Girl Like You Compete with Me?

Seeing Yu Hairou and Shui Yue'er pale after killing someone, Jiang Lan did not know how to comfort them. He could only take their soft hands and use water elements to nourish their bodies, helping them feel a little better.

This was something they could only come to terms with themselves. Outsiders could not help.

Jiang Lan, however, did not feel much about it.

If he had killed innocent people, he might have felt intense guilt.

But every single one of those pirates deserved to die.

Jiang Lan did not feel the slightest burden from killing such evildoers.

The Battle Maniac Gene was doing its work.

As for Zi Zhenzhu and her subordinates, there was even less need to mention them. How could they have made a name for themselves in these waters without getting blood on their hands?

After watching her subordinates break Zhang Zhi's limbs and throw him into the sea to feed the fish, the purple-black dragon scales on Zi Zhenzhu's body receded like the tide, and the indescribable sense of power within her gradually faded as well.

The sticky sensation between her legs made Zi Zhenzhu's lovely face heat up slightly.

Fortunately, she wore fitted dark-purple trousers, so even if the color darkened a little, it was not too conspicuous.

Watching Jiang Lan hold the two girls' hands and soothe their emotions, she lightly bit her lip, feeling somewhat envious.

Zi Zhenzhu's violet eyes turned, and an idea came to her. She immediately strode over on her long legs, came to the three of them, and comforted them, "If those cruel and cunning pirates did not die, they would only continue harming good people. You were not killing people; you were saving them. You do not need to feel guilty!"

"Exactly. Killing to protect life; severing