Mid-June.
Ning Qing sat on the sofa with a hair tie between her teeth, reaching both hands behind her head to gather her hair.
Chen Shu held a toy pistol that shot out a tiny fist. Taking advantage of the fact that she couldn't move, he aimed at her face and kept pulling the trigger. The little fist sprang out again and again, punching her in the face.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Peach crouched on the coffee table and stared blankly. Xiaoxiao sat at the other end of the sofa, stealing glances over with a hint of excitement in her eyes.
Ning Qing remained expressionless. She freed one hand to take the hair tie from her mouth, reached behind her head again, and tied up her hair. "You're dead in a minute."
"And you still dare talk tough?
"Defeat the Evil Demon King!
"Beat you to death! Beat you to death!
"Bang, bang, bang...
"Your health bar is dropping fast!"
Ning Qing let the little fist punch her face over and over without reacting for the moment. Chen Shu's mental age was clearly lower than Peach's right now, so there was no point saying anything to him. She silently finished tying her hair, then reached out and snatched away his little boxing pistol.
Smack!
Peach's big eyes trembled.
The young girl instinctively clenched her fists too.
Her brother-in-law had already been pinned to the sofa by her sister, the Demon King. The scene was, for a time, far too violent and bloody for a minor like her.
Meanwhile, her brother-in-law kept shouting:
"Protect me!
"Xiaoxiao, protect me!
"Quick! This is our chance to join forces and defeat your sister!
"Xiaoxiao, what are you doing?
"She's about to beat me to death!"
The young girl sat motionless on the sofa. She even