But he had barely touched the windowsill.
A hissing sound,
like something had been electrified.
The talisman paper hidden beside the window shone for an instant, directly repelling the vine.
Little Bun was very strong and had no mercy for this monster, which had already harmed many people, many of whom were innocent.
In the end, the creature could no longer maintain its beautiful human face and became a twisted, withered vine with tiny five-petaled red flowers blooming on it.
Trembling and twisting, Tang Jin reached out to pluck the flowers one by one and threw them onto the ground.
Before long, the vine with flowers turned into a truly bare and withered vine.
It completely wilted on the ground and didn't move anymore.
The violently fierce Little Milk Bun finally stopped, swaying the horsetail whisk in her hand before embracing it back into her arms and standing up, her eyes cast down, looking at the flowers she had plucked.
The surroundings quieted down.
