"How does it feel to have so many people begging you for their lives?" Xu Huo retorted.
The little girl didn't call him cold-blooded and heartless this time, wiping the tears from her face, she said, "No matter what, you won't spare me, will you?"
Xu Huo remained silent, but the little girl continued to ask, "If you kill me, will they come back to life?"
"Or does killing me fulfill your inner need to uphold justice?"
"Haven't you killed as many people as I have? Why don't you commit suicide to atone for it?"
Xu Huo looked at her silently. He neither refuted her words nor was shaken by them, only watched her make her final struggle.
"Why won't you speak?" The little girl's voice rose slightly.
Xu Huo extended his hand, "Give me the thing, and I'll answer your questions."
The little girl was furious, but knew she couldn't delay any longer, and glanced at her left arm.
