A contradictory mentality.
"I can't believe you're not only a greenhorn but also a goody two-shoes." Seeing Ye Tian let Luo Liang off and warning him never to set foot in Tianhe City again, Qin Gui shook his head and said, "I can't stand people like you, who are kind-hearted and soft-handed. You're obviously an executioner, yet you insist on playing God. Kid, do you know that God hates liars the most?"
"In Huaxia, spare me your talk of God."
Ye Tian replied unceremoniously, and behind him, Li Jing drew his Green Feather Soft Sword, its blade limply drooping down like willow branches.
Qin Gui looked over at the pair, flicking the gun in his hand, and said, "My gun has only one bullet. One of you two must die. Will you choose for yourselves, or shall I make the choice?"
The sword's edge quivered, casting a sword flower, Li Jing seized the sword and charged forward, Ye Tian had no time to stop him. How could the Sword God Li Jing be intimidated by nearly any layman's words?
