Song Shuhang's Alt—Xiao Cai!
"Even this works?" Song Shuhang said in surprise.
Had Onion Lady relied on the anger from the Berserk Art to forcibly suppress the tear trigger of the Heaven's Weeping Canon?
"Of course!" Onion Lady said smugly. "Ever since I came up with this method, it's never failed me. It works every time. My Heaven's Weeping Canon has already surpassed its master and become the Heaven's Weeping, I Don't Weep Canon. Hahahaha! After all, I'm a genius... Ah ah~ Ah? Eh eh?"
The next moment, Onion Lady fell into complete berserk mode.
When joy reached its peak, sorrow followed. Nothing could describe it better.
Onion Lady's entire onion sprout turned scarlet. The light vanished from her eyes, and she lost all reason.
"Ahhhhhhh!" She let out a beastlike, delicate roar. Although she was roaring madly, her voice was so sweet and girlish that it became a delicate roar.
Then Onion Lady charged crazily toward Song Shuhang.
Although Xiao Cai and Tree Demon Qingwu were both closer to her, she had singled out Song Shuhang and came rushing over like mad.
A sandbag bearing the Song Shuhang brand—definitely worth owning.
Song Shuhang: "..."
"Ahhhhh!" Onion Lady roared delicately as she stretched out her little fists and hammered Song Shuhang's calves with all her might.
Clang clang clang clang~~
A string of sounds like a blacksmith hammering metal rang out.
Deep Second-Grade true qi still gathered in Onion Lady's little fists. Compared to last time, she could be said to have improved by leaps and bounds! Unfortunately, Song Shuhang's physique was even stronger. Compared to last time, he had improved by who knew how much more!
Onion Lady's fists felt neither painful nor itchy to the current Song Shuhang.
But berserk Onion Lady didn't care. She furiously battered Song