"Is that so? I actually think it's you who should surrender."
Gongyang Xin laughed.
"Hmm?"
A bad feeling just flashed through Liu Zheng's mind when hallucinations began to overgrow before his eyes.
He seemed to have turned into a scarecrow nailed to the ground, and Gongyang Xin was staring at him intently with a silk shoe in hand.
At this moment, the girl's eyes were full of bloodshot veins, and her face was extremely ferocious and terrifying, like a resentful woman whose parent's love was stolen by her sister when young, her beloved man was taken by her best friend in youth, and whose treasured son married her best friend's daughter in her old age and never cared for her again.
"Curse you, little head, may boils grow on it!"
"Curse you, little face, may white blots cover it!"
"Curse you, little hand, may no paths remain for you!"
"Curse you, little foot, may you need medicine for meals!"
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