She frowned.

Qu Jian'er said in disbelief, "You actually broke my phone???"

Fengtian sneered: "This little punishment is to show you that this is not a place where you can run wild!"

He had an air of superiority about him.

It seems to be saying...

This is the price of underestimating him.

Then.

He noticed it out of the corner of his eye.

Ding Tao, with great tact, turned his head away, unable to bear looking at the somber expression on their faces.

Fengtian believed that Ding Tao knew how powerful he was and that he dared not look at him.

Qu Jian'er smiled and said, "Is it because everything is safe and sound?"

Fengtian shuddered.

The person in front of me had their face covered.

But her laughter was like a sharp needle, piercing his sensitive nerves.

The next second.

He then found himself unable to move.

And then.

A blood-red whip climbed up his neck, like a wet snake, its touch icy and bone-chilling.

The chill seeped into his skin little by little.

As the whip tightens.

Fengtian fell helplessly to the ground from the sky, letting out screams of unbearable pain as he was burned by the flames of karma.

In order not to let the other party die a worthy death.

Qu Jian'er quickly stopped.

The evil-doing Fengtian was burned beyond recognition.

He curled up.

It looks like a burnt sweet potato rolled out of ashes.

The only difference is that it doesn't taste as sweet as roasted sweet potatoes.

Otherwise, they are exactly the same.

Qu Jian'er shook her head and sighed, then laughed, "You're really ugly. Why don't you just break into pieces and bring peace?"

She rummaged through the storage compartment and found a hammer.

Poor thing, the metal hammer was too small; it looked like a repair tool and had absolutely no deterrent effect.

Qu Jian'er drew talismans on the spot.

The mass magnification symbol appeared out of thin air.

The mini hammer instantly grew larger.

Qu Jian'er held it firmly in her hand and raised the hammer, which was taller and heavier than herself.

It hurtled straight toward Fengtian.

The dark-skinned Fengtian was horrified; his respiratory tract was burned, and he whimpered and shook his head in pain.

I noticed it.

The hammer landed 3cm away from his head.

The devil began to smile: "Where are the children?"

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