"What a person who has no grudges against him. Do you know where his eyes come from?" Ming Luo looked at Miao Li, who had fainted from the pain.

Muli's biological mother was stunned. She looked at her son's hollowed-out eyes, then looked at the cold eyes of the girl in front of her, quite puzzled.

Ming Luo shook her head. She really didn't want to talk nonsense in front of this group of people.

There was a crackling sound of electric light in her hand, and without saying a word, she slammed her palm onto Mu Li's forehead.

Just this one palm strike had used up 50% of her strength, and Mu Li was doomed to die.

She took back the black mist ball that was wrapped around Muli, and Muli fell down like a kite with a broken string. Muli's mother cried at the top of her lungs and chased after her son's body. All the elders and heads of the Mu family sent out their magic weapons to attack.

In a flash, the little tiger let out a deafening lion roar that shocked everyone away. It roared angrily and slammed its tail like a steel whip onto the head of the Miao family.

Ming Luo gently stroked the little tiger's neck, smoothed its fur, and said in a voice that could be heard from afar: "Miao Li gouged out my eyes and tried to kill me. He has put me in critical situations many times. He deserves death. If you want to seek revenge on me, you should first consider your own abilities!"

No one from the Miao family had ever harmed Ming Luo, so it was reasonable for her to spare the lives of the Miao family.

If they really wanted to seek revenge, Ming Luo sneered, they would just be seeking death.

As soon as Ming Luo finished speaking, all the members of the Miao family were shocked and their minds were in turmoil. The head of the Miao family was depressed and had to bear the blow of the little tiger's tail. He was now completely unconscious.

Mingluo climbed onto the little tiger's furry back again and left the place like lightning.

The river water, which was more than ten meters high, slowly returned to its normal level, and the dark clouds in the sky dissipated with the wind.

Mingluo and the little tiger rode the wind and breathed a sigh of relief. Muli was dead, and the next ones to go were Yumianzhu and Huijianzhi.