J-1238

In Yin Kuang's hands were two identical Phoenix-Breaking Hairpins. Whether in color or shape, they looked as though they had come from the same mold, making it impossible to tell real from fake. Hearing Yin Kuang casually and smugly say, "You fell for it," the people of Class 1238 were furious, but their hearts sank even deeper into despair.

At that moment, the White-Haired Witch, who was being held captive by Bai Lu, suddenly burst into laughter.

Bai Lu barked, "What are you laughing at?! Shut up!" The White-Haired Witch's laughter gradually faded, but her expression turned miserable. "Fake... Hehe, fake again... They're all fake. Not a single one is real! How ridiculous. How ridiculous!" If the Phoenix-Breaking Hairpin was fake, then she could not obtain another cup of Wine of Immortality. She was doomed to die a miserable death. And there was less than an hour left before she had to hand over the hairpin.

The White-Haired Witch was completely numb.

She took out the Phoenix-Breaking Hairpin from some unknown place on her body and casually threw it onto the ground, discarding it like trash. The hairpin landed in the grass without even making a pleasant sound. The White-Haired Witch said, "You ambushed me here just to seize this hairpin, didn't you? Whoever wants it can take it now. If you want to kill me, do it quickly. I only have one hour left to live anyway. But I'd still advise you to save your strength for dealing with them. Now, all those grudges and debts have nothing to do with me anymore. I just want to find a place and quietly wait for death."

Bai Lu gritted his teeth fiercely, roared, and flung the White-Haired Witch aside. He strode over, picked up the Phoenix-Breaking Hairpin from the weeds,