Before his hand could touch song qingxiao's body, the scene from last night reappeared-song qingxiao kicked his calf hard, and the bone broke with a crisp sound.
The man half-knelt on the wooden foot with a 'bang', and his head, which had not yet been firmly attached to the foot, was twisted off by song Qing's small hand.
'Tutu-'
The place where his neck was cut off spurted out light red River water, which quickly flowed into the wooden feet.
The smell of blood spread in the boathouse. His fallen body was like a fish that jumped out of the water, struggling desperately.
Song Qing stepped on his shoulder with his small foot and stepped down hard.
The corpse was powerful, but compared to her, it was like an ant trying to shake an elephant.
The sound of bones breaking was heard, and a large part of the man's shoulder collapsed. Not long after, he stopped struggling and fell limply on the foot like a dead fish.
