Slap!
A crisp sound rang out, accompanied by a young girl's pained cry, amid the battle circle where countless Ghost Corpse Slaves were besieging them.
"Stop it, stop right now!"
After taking just one hit, Ya'er cried out, "We're in the middle of a Ghost Corpse Slave siege right now. Even if Heavenly Tier martial cultivators are clearing the way ahead, some Ghost Corpse Slaves can still attack in time..."
Before Ya'er could finish speaking, she had already shut her mouth.
Because as she spoke, she personally saw a Heavenly Moon Tier Ghost Corpse Slave reaching out its claws.
Yet Qin Shaofeng merely turned slightly, using his own back to block the blow for her.
With a clang, a sound rang out.
Qin Shaofeng's body did not budge in the slightest. Instead, the Heavenly Moon Tier Ghost Corpse Slave was sent flying.
"Radiant God's Garment, you... you bastard!" Ya'er became even more flustered.
She had already clearly realized that she had truly said the wrong thing.
This little fellow saving her was no ordinary person. Rather than being intimidated by a few words from her, he was actually using the tricks of an old hand.
She was only a four- or five-year-old little girl now, and Qin Shaofeng truly treated her like one.
That slap just now had landed squarely on her little bottom.
Her body might have been four or five years old, but her mind absolutely was not!
That slap had nearly made her cough up blood.
"Oh? Weren't you acting awfully arrogant just now? You actually dared to threaten me?"
Qin Shaofeng laughed sinisterly. "I'll let you be arrogant. I'll let you threaten me."
Slap slap slap slap...
Loud smacks rang out one after another.
He was only spanking a four- or five-year-old little girl, after all.