One, two, three... nine.
Nine whole strands of purple Heavenly Thunder struck Qin Liuxi.
Everyone was stunned, screaming out loud.
Lu Xun reacted the quickest, saying: "Quick, save her."
But how? How to save her?
The guards just moved, and Teng Zhao stopped them: "Don't go over."
The crowd was puzzled.
"It's okay." Teng Zhao maintained a blank face, feigning calmness, but his tightly clenched fists betrayed his worry.
Little Ginseng also clenched the wallet at his waist, saying: "This is enduring the three deficiencies and five harms, right? Those three dead yin yuan are probably completely gone."
Teng Zhao kept silent.
Little Ginseng sighed and said: "Wang Chuan is too malicious." After a pause, he added: "Will Xixi regret bringing her back?"
