Xia Miaomiao was so shocked that her blood seemed to flow backward, and the sneeze she had held back for so long suddenly went out of control: "Ah Ah Ah... Achoo."
Right after she sneezed, she regretted it. All the bodyguards wearing raincoats noticed her, and in the next second, all their guns were aimed at her in unison.
No, wait a minute!
Xia Miaomiao rubbed her eyes vigorously and rubbed them again. She saw herself lying in a sorry state on the muddy lawn, her hair all burnt.
That's right, she could see!
Had she been struck by lightning, and her soul left her body?
Or was she directly struck dead by the lightning, now a lonely soul standing in a place untouched by the wind and rain, admiring her own corpse?
Looking up, what shielded her from the wind and rain was a black umbrella.
Following the handle of the umbrella, her gaze moved down, and she saw the most powerful king on this island standing respectfully by her side, scaring her eyes wide like bronze bells.