"Mowan, quickly reveal the Secret Technique for using Moonlight Energy to condense tools. Then, you should commit suicide. I will bury you here. The feng shui here is quite good. You will definitely like it." Zhang Bin said, then affectionately kissed her luscious, tender red lips.
"You want me to commit suicide?"
Mowan's eyes widened, "So you are such a ruthless man; I must have been blind."
"Comrade Lei Feng said that when dealing with enemies, one must be as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. As for friends, what's the thing... you are an enemy; my feelings won't be wasted on you."
Zhang Bin said coolly.
"Hehehe... although I, Mowan, practice Demon Cultivation, I have never done anything that harms the heavens or reason," Mowan said, "The person I just killed was a Flower-Picking Thief, full of evil. That being the case, what reason do you have to make me commit suicide? Why should I kill myself?"
