"Mm-hmm, not bad," Mianmian nodded in approval at Su Chenyi, "Just as loud as when she hit you."
His smile grew deeper, and he humbly bowed his head, "Thank you for the compliment, granny. I did make a calculation."
"Can you help us look for them now?" Mianmian turned to the Rose, "Hurry up, hurry up. You actually haven't really hurt anyone, and the second great-nephew has already sought revenge on you. If you behave, I won't do anything bad to you, okay?"
Little Bun promised earnestly, while Rose, clutching her pained face, couldn't help but reach out and touch Mianmian's sword.
The sword, radiating spiritual light, released a burst of Spiritual Qi as it was touched by Rose.
Her fingertips were cut, and a chill crept up her neck.
Her mind wavered.
