When Ning Yue wanted to sprinkle the medicinal powder on Lian Xin, he seemed to be on guard and took a few steps back.
He took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose. "Do you think I was defenseless after that last trick?"
Ning Yue looked at Lian Xin calmly. She had long guessed that he would be on guard. In any case, she had another way.
"So?" As she spoke, Ning Yue took out the electric baton hidden behind her back.
Seeing the electric baton, Lian Xin's expression changed. He had wanted to ask Ning Yue for a long time. "Where did you get this?"
"It's none of your business where I got this from!" Ning Yue said.
"This is an electric baton. It's a modern thing. How can it appear in ancient times? Did you transmigrate with something?" As soon as Lian Xin finished speaking, Jiang Ying arrived. He had also heard Lian Xian talk about transmigration, and a trace of shock flashed across his eyes.
Transmigration…
