"What are you staring at? Bury my beloved First Love right now."
Seeing the two not moving, Qi Yuan thought they were trying to slack off and reminded them again.
An Qiao spoke with difficulty, "Did you... kill the Demon?"
The man in the black tight-fitting clothing also looked at Qi Yuan with a shocked expression.
"Of course. Stop slacking and bury it!" Qi Yuan said calmly.
"This..." An Qiao looked at the body on the ground, overwhelmed with shock.
She simply couldn't understand—wasn't Qi Yuan a newcomer?
How had he wiped this place clean so suddenly?
She intended to say something, but the man in black tight-fitting clothing gave her a look, and despite having words in her heart, she didn't dare speak them.
It was clear that this Qi Yuan was no ordinary person, and moreover, he was a killing god.
What if he killed them as well?
As predicted, they followed Qi Yuan's instructions, incinerating the bodies of the Demons and covering them up.