Thirty-five Frames

Qiao Ranran, emboldened, rolled her eyes and bared her teeth at Pei Ling. "I haven't even asked what you were doing earlier, or why the poison suddenly flared up!"

He shouldn't think she didn't know. Given his current progress in controlling his divine soul, and how he had placed most of the poison into the Little Wooden Puppet along with it, the poison remaining in his divine soul wouldn't flare up easily without an extreme provocation.

Pei Ling's eyes were perfectly calm. "Naturally, I went to do something wicked."

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Chapter 35: Thirty-five Frames

When Pei Ling said he had gone to do something wicked, he really had. Unlike Qiao Ranran, he didn't have so many reservations, worrying that doing too much would affect other people's destinies and opportunities, not daring to covet anything that didn't belong to her.

To Pei Ling, even if those things already bore someone else's name, what was wrong with snatching them for his own use in a world where the strong reigned supreme and the weak were meat for the strong? Hadn't those people done exactly that in his previous life, attacking everyone in the Pei Family over a nonexistent Treasure Map?

He was merely repaying them in their own coin.

While most of those sects' and families' experts were still trapped in his Ten Thousand Bones Soul-Revival Formation, and those old monsters seemed unwilling to concern themselves with anything