Beating hands.
Ou Nei's hands.
"Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah!!!!!"
The agonizing scream pierced through the skies, Sun Defeng clutched his groin and convulsed back and forth like a half-dead fish. Meanwhile, Huang Yiri covered his nostrils, his head intimately touching the ground.
What's that noise?
At the edge of the square, Shangguan Hong, holding the Eight-faced Han Sword and Bishui Sword, opened her eyes and slightly furrowed her brow. She seemed to hear the cries of her good friend Huang Yiri, and another somewhat familiar voice.
Forget it.
After all, this is the territory of Dragon Tiger Mountain, nothing will go wrong.
Thinking this, Shangguan Hong continued to hold the two swords and closed her eyes to rest. Unnoticed by her, a pretty girl approached the trio nearby and started a conversation.
"It's that girl."
