mo ling er didn't hit the critical hit. instead, she hit the storm.
the originally nonchalant storm was struck dumb by this slap.
it stood there stiffly for a minute, looking at mo ling er with a complicated expression.
even its master had never hit it with a broom before. its master had always used his fists to hit it, but this woman had actually hit it with a broom?
mo ling er also felt something was wrong with the storm. she was stunned for a moment, then took a step back.
however, it was too late. the storm seemed to be angry. it snorted and raised its front hooves.
"ma, you won't slap me, right?" mo ling 'er murmured while looking at the storm. she thought that the horse couldn't really slap people, although the horse's posture looked like it was ready to slap people.
as soon as she finished her words, the hooves of the storm landed on mo ling er's face along with her words.
