A white figure, carrying the light scent of medicinal herbs with the breeze, suddenly appeared and stood in front of him.
Bai Chuwei frowned, raised her hand, and her slender fingertips touched the lightning. In the next instant, she molded the striking thunder into a ball... a thunderball, then threw it back into the dusky sky. For a moment, the heavens brightened as if a firework had been ignited in the air, then dimmed down and returned to normal.
Bai Chuwei's face showed anger, "Are you tired of living?"
If Heavenly Dao really struck Duan Feihan down, she might have to wait a few hundred years to find another man that satisfied her!
If she couldn't find one, could Heavenly Dao compensate her?
Bai Chuwei felt a fire within her heart, suddenly itching to tear a hole in the sky!
A million didn't know when it had crawled out from under the desk, its pair of red lantern-like eyes gazing at Bai Chuwei, filled with excitement and admiration.