But Zhao Yang, having been hit by a "sanitary pad missile," fell from the second floor. His movements were incredibly agile, and his reaction time was extraordinarily fast. Halfway to the ground, he performed a swift somersault, landing lightly on his feet on the ground. However, with a pained expression on his face, he held up the object in his hand and moved it closer to his nose...
Damn, that's a heavy scent of blood, it's definitely menstrual blood!
Looking up at the second-floor window, Zhao Yang felt as if his heart had plummeted!
Noticing Zhang Xiuer watching him as if he were some kind of creature, Zhao Yang couldn't help turning his head and said with a smile, "What do you think, Sister Xiu'er? Are you impressed?"
"Is that... that Qinggong something you learned from your master?" Zhang Xiuer hesitated before asking.
"Yes," Zhao Yang said, smiling.
"So amazing!" Zhang Xiuer exhaled and said, "Your master really is like a fairy tale figure."
