"Special skill?"
Yvette looked at Fu Qian with puzzlement.
"Yes."
The latter flicked his wrist, and a Scarlet Whip appeared out of nowhere, creating a beautiful whip flower.
...
Looking at the blood vessels and tendons on the whip, Yvette's expression instantly became as colorful as could be.
"You... psychopath!"
Yvette could certainly tell that this whip was not a kinky toy but a bona fide weapon.
Her heart sank as she looked at Fu Qian, unable to understand.
"What on earth do you want to do? How does this benefit you?"
Smack!
In the face of her accusation, Fu Qian didn't utter a word, answering her with his actions instead.
Accompanied by another crisp crack, a deep mark was left on Yvette's alabaster arm.
Taken by surprise, the intense pain made Yvette scream miserably.
However, the next moment, something even more terrifying happened.
A chaotic and violent thought arose in her mind, causing her sanity to waver.
"Why... would you do this?"
