The counterfeit goods stared at the blue sky in disbelief.
It turns out she knew everything. The corners of Chu Jiuning’s mouth curled up.
“I know much more than all of you because I, representing the moon, and god who will kill you…” Utterly insane.
Little Snowman silently wiped his sweat: Won’t you die if you’re not mischievous?
Chu Jiuning cleared his throat and closed the lifeless eyes of the counterfeit goods, then stood up and smiled at the figures.
“Well, now we have exactly nine people, neither more nor less.”
Fei Yu was absent because she encountered a disciple from the First Immortal Sect on her way out for a mission.
So, with the eight figures and her, counterfeit goods dead, there were exactly nine.
Little Snowman couldn’t help but wipe his sweat again: Is this your reason for killing in public?
The Moon Princess looked at the person who was alive just a moment ago, now lying dead on the ground, and swallowed her saliva. “Umm… Sound Spirit, I…”