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Qin Yu, this person, spends years delivering funeral grass for people, but that's usually done in private. After switching vests, in person, Qingqiu hasn't actually stained themselves with much murder.
However, she soon realized that the persona she created, Wuque Qingqiu, was still fresh and unique.
The female cultivators of the Righteous Path, they generally kill without blinking an eye.
When Qin Yu saw a group of women glance with a subtle look, she didn't even see them raise their hands. Suddenly, a technique appeared out of nowhere in the air, and the person's body was crushed into powder by various techniques.
Well then, no skeleton remains; even the need for a grave is saved.
Jiaojiao trembled with fear, hugged Qin Yu's waist, and snuggled into her soft embrace.
The only one who didn't make a move, Fang Yourong, glanced thoughtfully at Jiaojiao.
Jiaojiao: "...."
As a demonstration, he deliberately rubbed against Qin Yu again.
