"Run for your lives! So you can breathe for a few more pitiful seconds! Hahahahahaha!"
The former young mistress of the Demon Clan, Le Qi, swiftly reaped the lives of her own people, paying no mind to the mountain of corpses behind her or the countless cries and pleas for mercy beneath her feet.
Lu Qianqian walked slowly over to Le Qi and gently tugged at her hand.
"That's enough. Stop killing them."
But Le Qi, who had long since become a god of slaughter, tenderly cupped Lu Qianqian's face, her eyes filled with affection.
"Silly girl, I'm killing demons, your sworn enemies. I'm doing this for your own good."
Without waiting for Lu Qianqian to react, she lowered her head and launched an attack on her little lips.
"You adorable, tempting human girl, say one more word and I'll do something even worse to you."
Le Qi wore an evil grin and delivered the standard villain's line.
At her words, Lu Qianqian trembled in fear, murmuring things like, "Please, stop tormenting me."
Looking at the delicate, dewy Lu Qianqian before her, Le Qi forced herself to restrain the urge to devour her on the spot.
She crushed the arm of some unlucky soul beneath her foot, then, in high spirits, grabbed Lu Qianqian's hand.
"Come on, sweetheart. Let's go home."
