Long Qingli gently wiped her palm with the handkerchief she carried with her—sure enough, even if she personally acted, dealing with people like this still felt unpleasant.
Thunder Leopard's body fell heavily to the ground, his terrifying eyes wide open, as if he had seen something horrifying right before his death. All the True Qi had completely drained out of his body, and even the youthful skin that should belong to a young man appeared wrinkled.
Long Qingli glanced at Thunder Leopard's corpse on the ground with contempt, like she was looking at garbage. Her beautiful gaze showed no trace of emotion, as though she didn't care about having just taken a living life.
"Next, I should look for Long Yan first."
Thinking about Long Yan, Long Qingli's face flashed with a sickly blush. She continued running forward, having already kicked Thunder Leopard's corpse aside.
"Hah."
