The wooden stool in his hand was already broken, so he picked up one of the legs that broke off from the stool and smashed it against Qin Muran's body continuously.
Qin Muran did not expect Xi Yaohua to be so ruthless. It seemed like he was really going to kill her.
Qin Muran was in so much pain that even her head hurt. She was suffering. She gritted her teeth and crawled forward suddenly, hugging Xi Yaohua's arm tightly.
"Xi Yaohua! Do you want to kill me?" Qin Muran let out a shrill scream.
Xi Yaohua was still smashing the wooden stick against Qin Muran's body over and over again.
"Let go! Let go of me!" Xi Yaohua hit Qin Muran using the stick with all his strength.
But Qin Muran held on tightly to Xi Yaohua, unwilling to let go. She was even spitting blood from her mouth. The blood that Qin Muran spit shot on Xi Yaohua's pants.
