Xiao Wu made her decision.
—For Third Brother's sake, she feared nothing.
She stepped forward, grabbed Tang San by the collar, and prepared to drag him inside to finish the job.
To leave him with the last shred of dignity.
"You'd better not move him." Zhuge Lan said lazily, "Most of his meridians are severed right now. If you move him carelessly and shift them out of place, no one will be able to save him."
Emotional Value +11,111
Xiao Wu quickly let go.
She did not dare look at the grief and fury in Tang San's eyes.
She reached down to pull off his pants.
Whoosh—
With a flash, Zhu Zhuqing pulled Ning Rongrong into the room.
They could not let that filthy thing contaminate their eyes.
Xiao Wu was ruthless too.
Having found the real culprit, she did not hesitate in the slightest.
She stomped her foot, extending the blade at the tip of her shoe, then delivered a flying kick that cut both the handle and the lucky bag clean off.
As expected of someone who fought with her legs—fast! Precise! Ruthless!
Xiao Wu caught Little Tang San with a handkerchief and carefully cradled it in her hands.
Emotional Value +55,555
The internal force rampaging across Tang San's body dissipated at a visible rate.
Along with it, the light in his eyes faded away.
Gone.
All gone...
And Xiao Wu had kicked it off.
How could he possibly bear that?
Even if it could be reattached later, would he still be able to feel anything when facing Xiao Wu?
That flying kick would haunt him for the rest of his life, becoming a thorn neither of them could ever remove.
Tang San closed his eyes in agony.
Emotional Value +110,000
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