Qin Yu couldn’t remember when he became the living nemesis of all dark and gloomy yin powers. Poisons, curses, things like that, the more that came, the more he welcomed them.

All of these supposedly vicious and ferocious abilities were like loud and blaring delivery boys with red flags on their backs, completely offering up their everything for the residents residing in his soul space.

This spirit was worth vigorously advocating and deeply praising. But what a pity, these delivery boys that worked with all their heart were doomed to be one-time disposables. It was impossible to encourage them to continue their efforts. This was a minor regret.

Beneath the layers of black curse threads, Qin Yu’s lips twitched. He felt a little ashamed for these completely unsympathetic thoughts of his. This person was already pitiful enough so how could he still mock him ruthlessly? Between people, he should still take into consideration the most basic of emotions and civilities.

Mm. I can’t laugh. I must be solemn and dignified. But…it’s hard to bear! In particular, through the Cosmic Seacross Bell, Qin Yu could faintly feel the old servant’s thought fluctuations.

You think you have too much curse strength? Hehe, I fear you don’t have enough!

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The calm old servant finally revealed an earnest expression. With so much curse...