He had never seen anyone actively seeking death like this, so it couldn't be blamed on him.
Therefore, his hands swiftly drew out his weapon, the ribbon, from the Qiankun Bag and attacked the Poison Cultivator.
With a dull groan, the Poison Cultivator immediately fell to the ground, lifeless.
"It's not my fault; he came at me seeking death."
Seeing Qian Yizheng and the others looking over at him, the little baby immediately put on an innocent expression and looked at them.
The person charged at him; if he didn't act, he'd just be waiting to be captured. Of course, he had to act immediately. Although, even if the Poison Cultivator had touched him, there wouldn't have been a chance to do anything to him.
They blinked, speechless.
He killed someone and still felt innocent. What kind of world is this?
"Killed is killed; they were destined to die anyway."
