In Lin Yun's hand, a low-grade spiritual weapon-level red soft whip flew towards the little beggar on the tree with a whoosh. Without any suspense, it picked up the little beggar and slammed her on the ground.
"Ow!"
A cry of pain came from the little beggar's mouth. The little beggar seemed to have fainted from the shock, and it seemed that her injuries were not light. After a long time, she opened her eyes. Her pitch-black eyes were as bright as the stars in the winter night, and she looked around blankly.
In the end, her gaze landed on the aggressive Lin Yun. She cried and scolded, "You damn woman, what are you doing? I was just sleeping. What did I do to you? How dare you hit me?"
The little beggar lay on the ground and rolled around. She cried and twitched, looking extremely pitiful.
