"Have you thought it through? Your current cultivation hasn't reached a certain level, doing this will be extremely exhausting..."
Yan Song clenching his fist, then releasing it, asked impatiently: "What exactly do I have to do?"
The voice sighed and said: "Concentrate, envision her appearance..."
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The young girl repaid her mother with flesh, crying and sobbing, infecting everyone present.
There was a sense of sympathy for the girl, feeling chilled by the woman's callousness.
Even a vicious tiger would not eat its cubs; this woman is worse than beasts.
Looking at the woman's eyes with disdain and contempt.
Just then, the situation abruptly changed, the girl said something softly, and that perpetually calm woman finally had a crack, retreating one step under the girl's questioning. At that moment, the girl suddenly pulled out a knife and stabbed toward the woman's chest with lightning speed.
