Shang Qinghua muttered to himself back and forth, a mischievous cast to his face. He looked around on the ground for a while before finding a stone about half the size of a skull and hefted it up; it was quite heavy. One, two, three—he got in position above Mobei-Jun’s head, the demon’s eyes still closed. The System offered neither warning hints nor prohibiting alerts. Shang Qinghua relaxed. There was no warning, which meant, in other words: Go ahead and kill him! “My king, ah, my king, this is the will of the heavens—don’t blame me.” With a thoroughly insincere prayer, Shang Qinghua’s hand
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