"Dare to bully my husband, who's not letting go of whom is still uncertain!"
After Mu Qiuniang finished her fierce words, she wasn't in a hurry to make a move. She used her brush to draw a dozen Light Tigers, released them all, and played with the man in black like a cat teasing a mouse.
As for herself, she drew a set of tea tables, tea sets, and snacks, then sat leisurely in a bamboo chair, drinking tea and eating snacks.
"Ah..."
"Ah, help!"
"My arm!"
"My leg, no!"
...
The poor man in black was either caught by a Light Tiger by the arm or by another Light Tiger by the leg. Worse yet, at one point, his entire head was bitten into a tiger's mouth, and the barbed tongue licked his face, which made him wet his pants.
"I surrender, I surrender..." The man in black, legs weak, knelt on the ground begging for mercy.
