The little black tortoise finally got a beating.
Though his shell was too thick for a spanking to have any effect, QingWu had plenty of ways to deal with him.
Using the Soul-Hooking Chain, she snared the tortoise's topknot and hung him from a tree, leaving him dangling like a little turtle about to be drained of blood. Below him, a single incense stick burned, its fragrant smoke curling upward, relentlessly suffocating him.
The little black tortoise sneezed repeatedly, his eyes soon brimming with tears as he wailed for mercy.
If he stayed under the effects of this Ghost-Enchanting Eye Mist much longer, he was truly going to be marinated through and through!
Inside the room, QingWu and Xiao Chenyuan sat facing each other in silence.
It had only been two days, yet it felt as if a lifetime had passed.
QingWu felt it too—an odd sense of dissonance.