That day, Kou Yingquan recalled the fear of being dominated by a little lamb.
The same cries for mercy, the same sinister eyes!
The difference was that last time, Lu Ran was "crying on the face, calling out with a stool".
But this time, Lu Ran held a real deal in his hand—the Silent Night Blade!
"Don't look! Don't look into his eyes!!"
Below the stage, Wu Shanshan hastily shouted, reminding Kou Yingquan.
However, it was already too late!
How fast was Lu Ran?
Overwhelmed with fear, Kou Yingquan couldn't hear the cries from below; he panicked and retreated, swinging his hand subconsciously.
"Whoosh~"
The hem of the Big Red Robe fluttered fiercely forward.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, the rapidly advancing Lu Ran suddenly came to a sharp stop!
Even for the sake of the audience below the stage, Lu Ran stepped continuously, pretending to brake hard.
In reality, amid the dense fog, Lu Ran's feet were already cushioned by a layer of waves.
