"Are you staging a series of ploys?!" Qu Tan'er endured the pain, her voice evilly questioning with a thick intent to kill, "Tell me, are you the grandfather, or is he the grandfather?"
The little boy had just tried to move, but he felt it hard to breathe, unable to move at all!
Qu Tan'er coldly grasped his wrist, forcing him to release the dagger.
The overflowing spiritual energy tightly coiled around his neck!
Even around his entire body.
Slowly, it carried him away from the Iron-blooded Bats, suspending him high in the air.
The small body wanted to struggle, but couldn't, and his round, comely face turned increasingly blue.
Qu Tan'er was thoroughly enraged!
She had reluctantly trusted in human nature once again...
Yet she had never anticipated that even a slight kindness would ultimately lead to a lesson!
