Long Qie walked up to him, grabbed his hair, and lifted him up, looking at his face, which was skinned and covered in blood. His mouth twitched slightly, spat with a hint of disgust, then used force to flip him over and put him down again.
Bei Daohai looked at him in fear, took a long time, then shivered and said: "Don't, don't kill... don't kill me..."
A sudden wind blew in the forest, startling the resting birds. The sound of rustling leaves seemed to carry a murderous aura at this moment.
Long Qie coldly looked at Bei Daohai, his brow slightly furrowed. He raised the Cold Iron Hammer in his hand and without any unnecessary movements, smashed it onto Bei Daohai's pinky finger!
"Ahhhhhhh——"
The scream tore through the sky, even the nearby wind was drowned out. Bei Daohai's face was full of tears, his pants wet, having clearly wet himself.
