The moment Qing Ke got her hands on the little stool, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity!
It was just like an old string of beads she'd been polishing for years!
And for some reason, Qing Ke couldn't help feeling that this little stool looked a bit like the one her grandpa always sat on...
Just as she was about to take a closer look, Wang Youzhi, waiting behind her, grew impatient!
(?~?)? "Hey~ What're you staring at? Hurry up and hit him! Charging up or something? There are so many people behind you waiting to crack his skull open. Get a move on!"
Qing Ke jumped at the shout and immediately straightened up!
(?-﹏-`?) "S-sorry, I understand!"
Qing Ke gripped the little stool and brought it down on Wanxiang's crown!
╧╧?(°?°?) "Hyah~"
As soon as she was done, she hurriedly shoved the stool into Wang Youzhi's hands, covered her face, and ran off in embarrassment!
Wanxiang was genuinely stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses and covered his forehead!
(?)?口?) "Ah! Th-that really hurt!"
Wang Youzhi's eye twitched. Could you make your acting any more convincing?
That blow from Qing Ke had been completely harmless, even with the little stool, hadn't it?
It was practically a gentle little love tap!
And you had the nerve to react that dramatically!
Just like that, the Wham-Wham Beatdown Squad took turns giving him a good whacking, thoroughly enjoying the thrill of cracking open a Pseudo Cosmic Realm expert's skull!
Wanxiang had lost count of how many times his skull had been cracked. Whenever someone hit him, he just played along!
He only had to endure it, then it'd be over!
But Wanxiang couldn't help growing confused. How was this still not over?
How many hits had he taken