"Master, why don't I release a Divine Pleiades Light, make them all blind, and then slaughter them all."
The Little Pheasant was hopping on his shoulder.
Seeing the cavalry charging fiercely from the opposite side, it was so scared that its tail feathers flared up.
Clearly, it also felt the ferocity from the opposite side.
"You hear me out, these monks are the most troublesome; not having killed them at the start, they certainly think of calling friends over, sticking like glue. Don't be fooled by their chants of 'All is emptiness,' in reality, they are the greediest."
"Oh, you've seen formidable monks on that side too?"
Zhou Ping'an felt a twinge of suspicion upon hearing this.
The Small Chicken Spirit, though appearing obedient and clever, might not be so honest deep inside.
She's not just an insignificant rural demon as she claims to be.
