Inquiring About Her

The alley was silent.

Other than the two of them, there was no one else.

Qin Yuemo held the whip that was swinging strangely like a snake. Her eyes were filled with cold killing intent as she walked into the alley step by step.

Luo Qingzhou clenched the candied hawthorn in his hand and slowly retreated.

Slap!

There was the sound of a whip!

It was especially ear-piercing in the quiet alley.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt his soul tremble, but it did not affect him at all.

Without any hesitation, he turned and ran.

Qin Yuemo was stunned for a moment, her eyes widening with surprise.

Although her whip had struck the air just now, it could shock one's soul and make one instantly lose their mind.

Even the martial artists from the Black Forest were no exception. All of their souls were stunned by her move.

However, this person actually turned around and ran without stopping just now.