Gu Yunrong's expression changed slightly. She moved towards the exit with a pale face and heard the sound clearly echoing in her ears.
The whip struck the box stool beside her, bringing with it a strong wind that scraped the back of her delicate hand and stung her skin.
Gu Yunrong's fingers shrank reflexively.
Gu Yanfei smiled at Gu Yunrong, her eyes filled with a sly smile.
She didn't intend to really hit Gu Yunrong. After all, Gu Yunrong was the daughter of the heavens. If she really injured Gu Yunrong, she would definitely be unlucky for a few days.
She didn't want to hurt herself by killing a thousand enemies.
Gu Yanfei held the handle of the whip and flicked her wrist. The whip crackled crisply.
The whip was so agile that it seemed to be a part of her body. The end of the whip actually curled up the teapot on the small table…
