Qing Chen paid no attention whatsoever to the woman's coquettish posing on the brink of death.
What a joke. What did beauty count for? He could still kill her after he was done with her. She was nothing more than a tool for satisfying lust.
Seeing that Qing Chen remained unmoved, Li Lingzhu grew frantic as an ant on a hot pan and continued struggling and shouting:
"I'm useful to you alive! The Li Household is useful to you too! And Li Xiao’er—he'll definitely be of great use to you!"
To Qing Chen, the first two statements were nothing but farts.
Even if he killed Li Lingzhu, the people of the Li Household would only serve him with greater fear, trepidation, and care.
But who exactly was this Li Xiao’er?
Li Lingzhu hurriedly pointed at a young man behind her who was almost stupefied with terror and shouted:
"He's Li Xiao’er! He'll definitely be of great use to you!"
Qing Chen looked the unremarkable young man over and swept him with his divine sense, finding nothing special;
He doesn't have any formidable spirit body or soul body. A high-grade spiritual root is passable enough, but of great use to me?
Where does that come from? What great use?
Qing Chen's expression darkened, and he said coldly, "Do you know the consequences of angering me, deceiving me, and wasting my time?
"Having your soul extracted and refined, undergoing ritual refinement into an armored corpse, or falling into the Netherworld forever. Choose one!"
At Qing Old Devil's words, Li Xiao’er’s calves trembled uncontrollably, and beads of sweat pattered down from his chin.
He stared at the cloud pattern embroidered in gold thread on the toes of Qing Chen's shoes. His throat felt stuffed with a wad of seaweed, choking him until his