A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

Perhaps it was because he indulged in excessive sexual activity all day long, leaving his body weak, but his kick failed to send the servant flying. Instead, he swayed a couple of times.

Feng Jiutian narrowed her eyes, gripped the hairpin tightly in her hand, and stepped forward.

As the servant looked up, the tip of the hairpin pierced his brow.

Pull it out and wipe off the blood!

The servant collapsed, his body convulsing.

The old man was terrified, seeing Feng Jiutian's nonchalant expression, and felt a chill run down his spine.

"You, you're insane!"

Feng Jiutian pursed her lips, looked up at the old man, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on her face; "Madman? Thank you for the compliment!"

She twirled the hairpin twice between her fingertips and then suddenly plunged it into the old man's throat.

Caught off guard, the old man let out two hoarse groans, his eyes wide as he fell to the ground, truly dying with his eyes wide open.

Feng Jiutian glanced at the corpses scattered throughout the courtyard, and instinctively pressed down her thumb. The stench of blood in the air displeased her, yet it also inexplicably excited her.

Sure enough, killing is her forte!

After committing murder, the natural next step is to destroy the evidence...

Based on his memory, he found a tinderbox and a bucket of oil in the backyard kitchen. After soaking the corpses, he casually threw them on the ground, took the tinderbox, stared at it for a while, and then threw it into the corpses.

When the spark touched the oil, it exploded with a loud bang, and the raging fire made Feng Jiutian's face turn red.

Suddenly, they saw a slave who had feigned death under the tree, struggling as if trying to stand up.

Feng Jiutian walked over and stood in front of the slave, his deep eyes fixed on the slave. Suddenly, he smiled brightly and put his hand on the slave's neck.

Shall I see you off on your journey?

He murmured softly, then exerted force with his hand, producing a cracking sound as if his joints were breaking.

Feng Jiutian was satisfied and stopped, standing at the doorway, admiring the raging fire that was still spreading.

Flames licked at the eaves, accompanied by black smoke and the crackling sound of burning wood, quickly engulfing the backyard.

"Feng Jiutian, this is the place where you bid farewell to the past."

Feng Jiutian muttered something to himself and was about to turn and leave.

Suddenly, they discovered that a section of the backyard wall had collapsed, revealing a gap, and the wildly growing flames had already licked at the neighboring building.

What does it have to do with her?

Feng Jiutian turned around indifferently, only to find that there was someone else behind him at some point.

He was a man dressed in a long black robe, wearing a silver mask, with his long hair tied up, and exuding a chilling killing intent.

Feng Jiutian narrowed her eyes; this person—was her kind.

"Do you know that you have disturbed my tea-drinking?" The man's voice was cold, and his dark eyes beneath the mask held an unfathomable depth.

He had already witnessed her cruel and ruthless methods, and the familiar feeling was indeed quite interesting!

"What does it have to do with me?"

Feng Jiutian said coldly and walked towards the gate.

The man shifted his body, grabbed her wrist, and their eyes met.

Feng Jiutian's face darkened.

The man gave her the feeling of being one of their own, a cold-blooded and cruel person with hands stained with blood.

But this kind of man is someone she can avoid at all costs.

She is currently in a weak state, and if she were to fight this man, she would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

"Woman, disturbing my enjoyment is a serious matter."

The man's deep, magnetic voice carried a cruel killing intent, but a hint of amusement flashed in his dark, deep eyes.

He suddenly became interested in how this petite girl could possess such an arrogant and domineering aura.