With that, the Spirit of the Spring grabbed Pseudo-Judah by the head with one hand and swung her around like a doll, smashing her into the ground again and again!
"Ah... that hurts, you damn Spirit of the Spring..."
"Think about it! Who was always bringing you takeout in the game, going downstairs to pick up the food outside... you ungrateful bastard..."
"If you've got the guts, beat me to death... it feels so good..."
Finally, the Spirit of the Spring stomped Pseudo-Judah into the cracked, sunken ground and said, "You pervert, I'm giving you one more chance now!"
Pseudo-Judah, forged from soul steel, naturally could not truly be injured by such physical attacks. Her cries of pain earlier had all been to let the Spirit of the Spring vent, as well as to make her hit harder and longer.
Pseudo-Judah opened her eyes, looked at the Spirit of the Spring, then revealed a disdainful expression. "I told you, you're already thousands of years old, yet you still wear clothes printed with a HOMU troupe... aren't you childish?"
Spirit of the Spring: "..."
She felt offended again.
"What does it have to do with you? You're just a pet, yet you dare act so arrogantly. Give me a hundred more!"
Feeling everyone's strange gazes on her, the Spirit of the Spring stomped wildly on Pseudo-Judah on the ground in embarrassment and anger, using it to conceal her own awkwardness.
"Brother Mo Yi, will Pseudo-Judah be beaten to death?"
Yue Xia looked worriedly at Pseudo-Judah, who was being stomped on frantically.
Although Pseudo-Judah often angered people, she had also kept Yue Xia company these past days, preventing her from suffering a mental breakdown.
After all, if most people were locked in solitary confinement for a month, they would suffer a mental