The boy looked at Wen Ying again and felt that the aura of this woman, this great Demon, had changed in an instant.
Before, there might have been a hint of playfulness, but now, all that remained was killing intent.
The boy shivered. "Miss, I'll listen! I know where they're hiding!"
Wen Ying looked at the boy. "Change back to your original form."
The little boy before Wen Ying instantly turned into a greasy...
"Stop! Just change back into a kid!"
The aggrieved, greasy man reverted to a child's form. He complained endlessly in his heart but dared not show any dissatisfaction on his face.
"Miss..."
"Don't try to act cute with me, it's disgusting. And don't call me 'sister.' You're so old, and I'm only twenty."
The greasy little boy was speechless.
"Lead me to one spy, and I'll spare a part of your body. Whether you can go on living will be up to you."
The boy shuddered, imagining his head being ripped off, or his arms and legs, or even other parts.
