"You said before that I am also the second owner of this place. I want to be arbitrary and make this place the way I like it, isn't it okay?"

The black ice formed by the overflowing murderous aura bloomed on the ground with sharp ice flowers, surrounding Tang Sui, as if trapping the prey.

Tang Chen's blood-red eyes were full of scrutiny, and he looked intently at Tang Sui, who was as big as a brat. His deep voice slowly sounded: "The energy source of the killing city comes from the dew of the underworld, and also from death in the killing fields of hell.

Countless soul masters.”

He revealed the biggest secret of the Killing City.

But it was not as if no intelligent person had guessed it, so he was not warned again after saying this.

Tang Sui understood the hidden meaning of these words.

If she wants to reform, she will definitely not be able to maintain an ordinary superior-subordinate relationship like ordinary empires in the outside world.

What's more, the people now entrenched in the Killing City are all degenerates without exception.

They are used to killing and like looting. Their souls have been stained with blood and can never return to their original clean color.

They only uphold one concept - the strong are respected.

The loser has no dignity and no right to choose.

Tang Sui's face was calm and he asked calmly: "I understand. What if I can complete the reform without depleting the energy source of the Killing City and turn the Killing City into what I like?

Will you support me or stop me?"

Tang Chen chuckled, and suddenly restrained his overflowing murderous aura. His handsome face put on a slightly cold smile again: "Didn't you say that you are the second master of the Killing City? What do you want to do? It's you.

Freedom. Anyway, I don’t think there is any need to save these garbage. It’s not bad to become a pawn in your experiment.”

There was a trace of laziness between his brows, and although his tone revealed pampering for the cubs, it was still full of indifference to human life.

He didn't care at all what the final outcome of those humans would be.

Anyway, in the end, it will be used as waste if it dies.

For those who die in the Killing City, most of their soul power will eventually flow to the energy core and become the capital for the existence of the Killing City.

What's more, he really has no intention of intervening in Tang Sui's reforms, even if Xiao Zai's reforms may push him towards a dead end.

Because if the city of killing becomes beautiful, this body's assessment will be successful.

But so what?

He stared at the thoughtful expression of the little cub, and his usually calm and indifferent inner lake was once again rippled by this different little cub.

This is... facial aura.

When he discovered the identity of the little cub, he knew that half of his obsession was completed.

The rest...

He grinned. Tang Sui, who was leaving the main hall with his back to Tang Chen, did not notice that there was some real warmth in the curve of his lips, and there was a trace of expectation in his eyes.

What would you do?

Tang Sui returned to the gorgeous room that Tang Chen had prepared for her. She raised her hand, and black-red demonic power emerged from her palm, leaping out instantly and covering the entire room.

Nowadays, her demonic power has become so intense that it is terrifying, and she can control her demonic power more freely.

The light in the entire room seemed to dim.

All the sounds of the wind and the screaming sounds lingering in the endless night of the Killing City were also isolated.

Tang Sui's fair face was covered in the light's haze, and her delicate facial features were somewhat blurred, making it difficult to see the color of her eyes.

The blank rice paper is spread out on the table, which is an incomplete and grand picture.

The demonic power manifested into a chair of just the right height to support Tang Sui.

Tang Sui held the charcoal pen, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his eyes fell on the blank rice paper. His clear eyes seemed to be rendered dark blue by the light in the room.

After learning from Tang Chen that "walls have ears", she became more cautious.

Because the missing puzzle pieces in my mind were put together.

She knew very well what she needed to do.

But how to do it specifically...

Tang Sui's right hand holding the charcoal pen slid over the rice paper, and the black lines went from simple to complex.

After hearing about the rewards and punishments of the gods, she has been thinking about what is the most important thing about the gods now.

Even if she has not yet recalled what kind of person she once was, when her brain starts to think, some strange yet familiar book records will appear in her mind.

It was a room with a similar layout to the current room, but with many new things that she didn't recognize.

There are several bookcases stacked with books densely packed and neatly arranged.

In her memory, she seemed to be looking through these books.

Most of the knowledge above is legend, and it seems that it is all magical information specially collected by her orders.

Hmm... let her think about it, except for some legends and relic records about eternal life, it is... myth.

God, apart from strong strength being a necessity, what else is necessary?

Mysterious rules?

But the demon race does not seem to be a race favored by the law, otherwise He would not coerce the demon race like this. There is only punishment, no reward, which shows that... there is no such thing as a demon race becoming a god in this world...

Why are today’s gods remembered? Why do people struggle with his existence?

Tang Sui put down his pen and wrote the words "Martial Soul Hall" on an open space on the rice paper. In his dark blue eyes, the light disappeared brightly.

It's because someone keeps spreading the faith.

Tang Sui changed to a red quill, dipped it in some red ink, and wrote the word "faith".
Chapter completed!