The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

He couldn't get involved in the battle between the three demons and Pei Huan, but he didn't want to. He simply focused his attention on Bai Qian and the other woman.

Or, to put it another way, to apply it to Bai Qian.

His sinister gaze was fixed on Bai Qian, as if he wanted to direct all the hatred he felt for losing an arm onto Bai Qian. After all, Bai Qian had come with Pei Huan, so it wouldn't be wrong to direct the hatred onto Bai Qian.

Bai Qian ignored him, simply swinging her legs that were dangling in mid-air, chatting with Fan Ling while making pastries.

"Do you make your own pastries?" She looked at Fan Ling and immediately became serious, her eyes brightening.

"Can you teach... teach it to other people?" I originally wanted to ask if I could learn it myself, but I figured I wouldn't be able to.

Fan Ling caught sight of Fan Yong approaching and tried to warn Bai Qian to be careful, but it was too late. As soon as Fan Yong got close, he suddenly raised his knife and stabbed Bai Qian.

The knife pierced the white dress, and Fan Yong was stunned.

There was none of the tactile sensation he had imagined; it felt as if he had plunged into a piece of fine iron. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the tip of the knife seemed about to break.

Perhaps it was this action that caught Bai Qian's attention, the girl turned her head while biting into the pastry.

Fan Yong stared blankly as the small knife in his hand slowly crumbled.

"What is it?" A cold voice, as if Yama himself were knocking on the door, rang in my ears.

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Volume 1: Chapter 202, Reaping the Bitter Fruit

Fan Yong swore that he must have used his greatest strength; if that blow had been delivered to an ordinary person, it would have killed them instantly.

But when placed on the girl in the white dress in front of him, even that dress couldn't be torn.

A crisp sound rang out, but to Fan Yong it was chillingly cold. The knife in his hand seemed to be frozen, shattering like ice shards.

But Fan Yong also knew very well that it wasn't because it was cold that it broke.

It pierced something incredibly hard and shattered instantly.

Is this girl made of iron or gold?

Fan Yong had countless questions in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask them aloud.

Facing Bai Qian's icy gaze, he could only manage a forced, awkward smile on his sharp face.

"It's alright, it's alright, you two continue chatting."

As he said this, he carefully backed away.

Pei Huan, who had just stood up from the wall, also saw Fan Yong, who somehow ended up in front of Bai Qian.

He also glanced at the unfortunate fellow with surprise.

Why can't you just honestly fight with yourself? Why do you have to provoke Master Qian?

What do you think?

I have some doubts, but not many.

If someone is willing to die, are we supposed to stop them?

Bai Qian swallowed the pastry in one gulp, watched Fan Yong slowly retreat, and then glanced at the several unrecognizable corpses tied to the pillars in the hall.

He hooked his finger.

Fan Yong, who was still retreating, suddenly knelt on the ground. His body seemed to have completely lost control, and he could only crawl on the ground.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. She didn't even say anything, just glanced at him with that look, and he had completely lost control.

It wasn't any other feeling; it was a feeling of utter fear, a tremor from the core, a suppression of one's very nature.

"And who is this?" she asked, picking up another piece of pastry. Although she had only been there a short time, there were already only a few pieces left on the plate.

It's delicious, I want to eat a few more pieces.

This is the highest praise Bai Qian could give.

Is she planning to let Pei Huanxue give it a try later?

“Our family members have done these things, and they’ve even turned into demons. I guess we can’t let them off the hook.” Fan Ling looked at Fan Yong kneeling on the ground, her gaze somewhat cold.

She certainly wouldn't have any pity for Fan Yong, after all, Fan Yong had just brutally executed three people in front of her. If her parents hadn't happened to be away from the mansion today, they probably wouldn't have escaped the same fate.

The reason for doing this was simply because people looked down on him before and didn't meet his demands. They provided him with food and lodging in the mansion and never asked him to do anything.

And that's how they ended up handing it over to everyone.

If this person hadn't come, after he had tortured the maid to death, his next target would probably have been himself.

Bai Qian nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Does your family make pastries?" They were more interested in this kind of thing than anything about demons or monsters.

After all, Bai Qian didn't really care whether Fan Yong had transformed from a human into a demon, or whether he had always been a demon; there was no difference between the two anyway.

Is it because the feel of chopping is different, or is it because the lifespan given is different?

That makes sense, and there is indeed a difference.

"Yes, our family supplies pastries to most of Changhe County. We sell pastries to both ordinary people and wealthy merchants." Fan Ling's voice had gained some confidence at this point.

Bai Qian nodded, wanting to ask something else.

Fan Yong, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up again. The demonic energy on his body seemed to be about to burst his body, causing his body to grow an inch longer. He looked at Bai Qian with a crazed expression.

It's unclear what methods they used to break through Bai Qian's seal, even though Bai Qian hadn't done anything at all.

She only looked at Fan Yong for a short while. The reason Fan Yong knelt down was essentially because of his own fear.

"I'm going to kill you, you little brat." Resentment surged from its heart, and this resentment and shame transformed into demonic energy and power, strengthening its body.

Bai Qian paused, her teeth still on the pastry. She turned to look at Fan Yong, but instead of biting down, she simply held the pastry to her lips.

Fan Yong, who was still full of anger, saw Bai Qian turn her head and meet her eyes.

The fire was extinguished instantly, and he froze on the spot, too afraid to move.

Bai Qian bent down and picked up a broken blade from the side of her foot.

She threw the razor blade in front of Fan Yong.

"Yes," he said calmly.

Seeing this, Fan Ling, who was sitting to the side, blinked, still not understanding what Bai Qian meant.

Then I saw Fan Yong kneel down on the ground, trembling, and pick up the razor blade.

Aim it at your face and slash hard.

A piece of dough was cut off.

"Not thin enough," Bai Qian mumbled, taking a bite of the pastry in her hand.

Upon hearing this, Fan Yong simply continued slicing the skin with the razor blade, one thin slice after another falling off.

The things he did to others happened to him.

Let him control it himself, let him torture himself.

No matter how unwilling or resistant he was, he could only let his body be torn apart piece by piece, and the pain would not lessen but would only become more and more intense, repeating itself endlessly.

Until the flesh and blood dried up.

Fan Ling, who should have felt joy at the sight, felt a strange chill creep into her head.

My body stiffened.

Not only her, but the demons who were still besieging Pei Huan also noticed this scene.

Although he had the upper hand, Pei Huan could only defend passively and had no ability to counterattack.

But they made the same choice at almost the same instant they saw this sinister scene.

run.

Bai Qian slowly put the pastries into her mouth, watching their neatly arranged shapes.

The fastest was the giant snake; in almost half a breath, half of its body had already run out of the hall.

An invisible hand gently grasped it, and the giant snake seemed to be held in mid-air, its body suspended in the air.

It was lifted into the air and struggled in panic, but another hand grabbed its tail.

His entire body was stretched straight by the two palms, taut in mid-air.

Like a rope, it was taut and stretched.

Realizing something, it unleashed its demonic energy, trying to break free from the invisible palms, but to no avail. No matter how hard it tried, the two palms remained motionless, merely stretching it little by little.

It struggled in terror, feeling its body stretch to its limit, yet it continued to stretch.

Until that limit is surpassed.

With a dull yet loud sound, the giant snake was severed in two, hanging limply on the ground, its internal organs flying out with a terrifying force.

The two remaining demons, who were still trying to escape, stopped in their tracks upon seeing this.

But after realizing just how terrifying it was, he desperately picked up his pace again.

They tried to rush out of the lobby.

Bai Qian was still sitting in the chair, munching on pastries and watching their backs.

One leg suddenly stopped moving, and the man with ram's horns began to fall, but he managed to maintain his balance out of fear and continued running forward.

Then I lost feeling in my second leg.

This time, both demons fell to the ground together.

They couldn't move either of their legs, but they still didn't dare to turn around. They just desperately urged their demonic energy to help them float in mid-air and fly out of the hall.

It was as if running out of the lobby would save their lives.

Bai Qian swallowed the last piece of pastry in her hand.

The two demons ran out of the hall, only to be met by the torrential rain outside.

The raindrops pattered on them.

The beast's eyes, which had been filled with hope, suddenly turned into terror.

The fine raindrops easily pierced through flesh and blood, striking the ground.

This is the first wisp of rain to fall on them.

The fear in my mind only lasted for less than half a second before it disappeared.

Because thousands upon thousands of raindrops swarmed in.

In the blink of an eye, they burst into the next breath of the rain.

It turned into a sieve full of holes, and with its second breath, it became the mud on the ground.

Bai Qian then looked away.

He glanced at Fan Ling, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Is there anything else?" she asked, looking at the empty plate.

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Volume 1: Chapter 203, The Sword Opens Heaven and Earth

"These pastries aren't too rare in Changcheng Prefecture, are they? I do know a few places that are even better than this," Pei Huan said, coughing lightly beside Bai Qian.

Fan Ling, who was standing nearby and heard Pei Huan say this, just glanced at her and said nothing.

Although there are many things I want to refute or complain about, but...

Everything you say must be true.