Song Lianhe was genuinely stunned by his apocalyptic aura.
She sat in her chair and slowly shaded her eyes with her hand. She squinted, her gaze inching downward toward the hem of Shu Fengli's robes, which the wind kept blowing open...
Shu Fengli flew into a rage out of shame. "Surrender your life!"
Startled, Song Lianhe leaned back.
"Sister Mei!"
The moment she spoke, Xuan Mei was at her side, sword in hand, shielding her.
Enraged, Shu Fengli threw caution to the wind and attacked with deadly intent!
With the immediate danger gone, Song Lianhe patted her chest. Seeing Sister Mei fighting on the front lines, she knew she couldn't just stand by idly.
So, she cleared her throat, cupped her hands around her mouth, and yelled, "Come and get the pervert! The pervert isn't wearing any pants!"
Shu Fengli's expression changed. He whipped his head around, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at her, grinding his teeth in hatred.
"I'll kill you!"
