Bang bang, two sounds.
The two great Saint Heirs simultaneously exploded on the spot, blown to smithereens.
Lan Ti was still automatically complimenting people there.
"Your looks make me intoxicated, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night..."
"Ah! How could there be a person as perfect and maddening as Jiang Cheng... ah, ptooey!"
A minute passed, and the spell's effect wore off.
She finally found relief.
"Go to hell!"
The peerless beauty instantly transformed into an angry lioness.
All her image was just ruined.
Thinking of those nauseating words she just said, she wished she could kill Jiang Cheng first and then herself.
"Do you want to try again?"
Brother Cheng, with his hands behind his back, slightly raised his chin, looking quite confident on the surface.
"You..."
Lan Ti was so angry her heart and liver hurt, but she still didn't dare touch him, fearing another round might really happen.
"She's escaping."
