Just as Jun Feifei was in utter terror, she suddenly felt a light pat on the back of her head.
The scene in front of her changed again, and the fearsome woman before her eyes became Yue Qingqing once more.
Those warm, clear doe eyes were looking at her worriedly.
"Feifei, are you feeling any better now?"
Jun Feifei cried, "I was scared to death, I really was."
Yue Qingqing gently stroked Jun Feifei's face, and the warmth of her fingers gradually calmed the girl down.
After soothing Jun Feifei, Yue Qingqing's gaze shifted.
Simple tricks, daring to be arrogant in front of her.
To deal with such underdeveloped, purely instinct-driven evil spirits, Yue Qingqing hardly needed to expend much Spiritual Energy.
But to avoid any unforeseen complications, she still set a barrier in the dormitory.
Then, she sliced through the air with her palm hovering.
The thin fingertips cut through the air like a paper cutter, revealing a dark, shadowy thing.
