The wretched bridal-gown anomaly regretted it so bitterly her guts had turned green!
Because she had followed the anomaly rules and disturbed Angel Leng and Qing Mo while they were playing games in the middle of the night!
After being brutally beaten the moment they met, she was still using her deathly pale little hands with scarlet nails to relentlessly slap that huge iron gate!
So that the iron gate would let the bridal-gown anomaly slap it to her heart's content!
Angel Leng, seized by a playful impulse, had even deliberately reinforced it with the demonic energy within her body!
And to keep the noise made by the bridal-gown anomaly constantly slapping the gate from disturbing the mood of everyone in the house!
Determined to punish the bridal-gown anomaly severely, Angel Leng had specially added a little trick to the iron gate she had reinforced!
Now, even if dozens of massive sledgehammers were used to smash the iron gate, it would not make the slightest sound!
Yet Angel Leng, whose mood had been disturbed, demanded that the bridal-gown anomaly, who so enjoyed knocking on doors, keep slapping the gate with her hands until she made it ring!
Forcibly pinned before the iron gate and made to keep slapping it, the bridal-gown anomaly wished for the first time that she could give herself two hard slaps!
There were still quite a few humans living in Creek Village, so why did she have to come knock on this particular household's door last night of all nights?
That water-well anomaly was even more miserable. Angel Leng had tied it up like a rice dumpling and hung it upside down inside the well!
On the broad, soft bed in the master bedroom, Angel Leng, sprawled atop Qing Mo like an octopus, slowly opened her