"I'm not interested in what I bumped into. I'm busy now," said Pavilion Master Chu, her voice cold.
Then, the strand of hair coiled around his neck tightened even more.
Song Shuhang raised an eyebrow and replied, "Well, aren't you efficient?"
The sword cheered on the side. It seemed that Song Shuhang's resistance to its pricking had improved recently. However, he didn't use the Saber Nurturing Technique, which made the sword feel a sense of missed opportunity.
"Senior Chu, if you continue to strangle him like this, Senior Song's head will fall off," cautioned the black-skinned Soft Feather.
As she finished speaking, Song Shuhang's head fell off with a thud and rolled twice on the ground like a rubber ball.
The scene resembled something out of a horror movie.
The sword was speechless.
