"Little Bi Yan, your killing nature, it's getting heavier and heavier, if all these strong people are killed off, in the future the demon race will be weak, how can they compete with the human race?"

　　The noble gentleman reclined on the recliner, frowning slightly and smiling.

　　"It's as if I heard a joke." Bi Yan glanced at this noble son with picturesque eyebrows and sneered, "You who slaughter like a hemp would actually think that others are heavy ...