With the Curse Rune Sword in hand, Yu Sicheng's eyes lit up as he fiercely slashed, dismembering the Blood Corpse's limbs, which elicited a painful screech.
"What... what is this thing?" Liu Qingyan's voice trembled. Drenched by the rain, her slender curves were distinctly visible.
Others were not in the mood to notice, but Chu Hao watched with great relish.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Chu Hao stepped forward and pinched her. Quite nice, very springy.
Liu Qingyan yelped, turning her head only to see Chu Hao's wandering hands, and she seethed with anger.
HMPH. HMPH... Dared to tease Brother Hao yesterday; today, I got my revenge.
Cao Shanhe saw Chu Hao's sneak attack on Liu Qingyan, and his face grew even uglier. What kind of situation hadn't he witnessed before? Yet, this kid was extremely difficult to subdue.
Yu Sicheng, standing on the Blood Corpse's chest, asked, "Ah-Hao, should we finish it off?"
