Zhao Juanhua turned her head and glared angrily at Zhao Mengyao, who was still crying beside her, cursing:
"Plague, what exactly have you brought to the family!"
...
Tan Wenbin thrust a wooden stake into the ground and then took the Yellow River Shovel, striking it three times.
After the third strike, the stake spontaneously combusted, sparks flying.
Meanwhile, a roar echoed from the backyard of the Old Zhao Family.
Looking again at Zhao Yi, who was sitting cross-legged, eighteen wooden sticks glowed with ghostly fire at their tips, and Zhao Yi's hands moved so rapidly they left afterimages.
Tan Wenbin, who had seen the world under Brother Yuanzi's guidance, couldn't help but remark at Zhao Yi's performance: "Damn, the hostage has some skills!"
Sitting there, Zhao Yi heard this and couldn't help but smile modestly.
Though he had become a hostage just for the taste of roasted sweet potatoes, and was now controlled by others, the probing between the parties had never stopped.
