The three masters were yet to recover from their old wounds, and now they were wounded again.
They looked at Tang Li as if she was the god of plague. Especially when Tang Li was casually telling Qi Yihan what the person who killed them wore. They now firmly believed that Tang Li was no longer the person they used to know and she was very mysterious.
After saying that, Tang Li stood up. Looking at the three who seemed to have escaped from death just now, she clicked her tongue and said, gloatingly, "What did I tell you? I told you you'd suffer tonight, but you didn't believe me. Remember to believe me next time."
As the three of them tensed up subconsciously, they clicked their tongues and said gloatingly, "Three brothers, I told you that you would be unlucky tonight, but you didn't believe me. Remember to believe me next time."
The three masters glared at her, gritting, with their bulging eyes.
