It was like something out of a movie, where the character has internal strength and can kill a prey with a flick of a pebble. Qinghe simply picked up a stick and, with her dagger, sharpened it quickly before stabbing it into the snowy white rabbit with a flick of her wrist.
It all felt too unreal, as if they weren't living in modern times after all. For nearly two decades, they had lived a life devoid of any modern conveniences, relying solely on their hands.
Li Yuxuan, meanwhile, was secretly sneering to himself. No wonder she no longer needed a bow. She was truly a dangerous individual. He would have to be more careful around her in the future. Anything could become a hidden weapon in her hands, and the cute rabbit that other girls would have cuddled was effortlessly killed by her without as much as a change in her expression. Such a woman could only be handled by Boss, so far removed from what one would expect of femininity.
