Sister Li, who was intently cracking sunflower seeds, only felt a gust of wind assault her, followed by a sudden sharp pain at the back of her head. Her head buzzed, and before she could see which damned soul with a black heart ambushed her, darkness engulfed her vision, and she fainted.
Mingshu was somewhat proud initially, her technique in hitting people had truly become more and more precise!
A deathblow, without causing any unnecessary pain to the target!
However, when she looked up and saw the complex look in Si Chu's eyes, she couldn't quite describe it; it gave her a sense of déjà vu to the psychopathic killers in the TV dramas she used to watch.
From an otherworldly little fairy to a deranged killer, could this be possible?
Mingshu's mouth twitched, and she hastily threw the stick away, blinking her pure eyes innocently, "Gosh, this, this person is too weak to take a hit; was the back of her head made of tofu or what?"
