Meng Fuyao opened her eyes lazily, pointing to her nose and sneering.
"Compared to those shrieking girls, I'd rather be a psycho killer."
She shut her eyes once more and turned to her side as if getting ready to sleep. However, the next moment, her palm hit the ground, and she shot right out of the temple like an arrow. Her body was in the air while her whip had already formed a black arc that was rolling toward the tree with a sharp, whipping sound.
"Show yourself!"
At the same time, Yao Xun's lanky body jolted, and he vanished from where he had been sitting, reappearing 100 meters away the next second.
Meng Fuyao turned her head in midair, impressed by Yao Xun's shamelessness. Not only was he as good as her when it came to acting, but he also had zero loyalty.
As she was distracted, her whip strayed from its intended path. The person behind the tree snorted, easily trapping her whip under his feet.
