Swoosh! As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Qing made the first move. She flicked her fingers and snapped her wrist. Three silver needles streaked across the air. Because her speed was too fast, it caused an air-piercing sound in the air.
Madam Crimson Snow's reaction was very fast. She raised her pillow and blocked it. In an instant, three silver needles pierced through the pillow and flew past Madam Crimson Snow's head, nailing the red veil on her head to the head of the bed.
The next second, Madam Crimson Snow's silver hair scattered. Her bald head made her look very miserable. Madam Crimson Snow blocked the attack and reached out to pull somewhere on the head of the bed. Instantly, countless threads appeared around Feng Qing. These threads were all the kind of threads that Madam Crimson Snow had used last time. It was almost impossible to see with just her naked eyes.
