Just as she was thinking, suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her.
Who?!
Startled, Ding Hui abruptly turned around, only to see a large hand almost covering her entire field of vision.
"Ugh?!"
Ding Hui had just let out a short and abrupt sound when her mouth was violently covered by the large hand.
Her eyes widened in horror, Ding Hui saw that the large hand was about to twist her neck!
In a single night, facing death threats twice, even now her nerves were tightly strung.
Through the gaps between the fingers, the moment her eyes met the other person's…
Support... Mate!!!!
Crack!
Ding Hui's neck was twisted, her inner scream halted.
Discarded like trash, her body was thrown by that large hand to the side, hitting the wall with a bang and slowly sliding down, motionless.
"There's still such a peculiar spirit."
As if admiring a piece of art, the person breathed over the unconscious body of Diao Ruru.
