"Clang!"
The little pink shovel suddenly smacked Shen Chuanlian on the head.
Shen Chuanlian's head spun, and the baleful aura gathered in his hands instantly dispersed. His little body swayed, on the verge of falling, but luckily, Gu Ming caught him in time.
Once Liu Zimu could move again, he immediately rushed over. He looked at Shen Chuanlian, then at Xia Wanwan lying there, and asked:
"This is your way of waking her up?"
If he wanted to anger Wanwan, fine, but had he really needed to immobilize him too?
He had made Liu Zimu think he was going to use magic arts to hurt his little sister.
And this was all it amounted to?
Liu Zimu sighed deeply. "You deserved that shovel!"
"I was afraid angering her still wouldn't wake her up, so I was going to use magic arts to wake her," Shen Chuanlian said, looking utterly aggrieved.
Who could have imagined that the moment he finished speaking, a shovel would come swinging at him?
Just wonderful.
Xia Wanwan still had the Qilin's power in her body. This blow hurt more than any before it and had nearly knocked him senseless!
"Hiss... how strange. Didn't Sister Wan lift her shovel and hit you? Why hasn't she woken up?" Gu Ming stared at little Sister Wan in bewilderment.
The little girl's brows were tightly knitted, and her little lips were pursed. She was clearly conscious.
But why wouldn't she open her eyes?
Liu Zimu stepped forward and shook his sister's little shoulders with both hands, only to find her brows drawing even tighter. He pulled open her delicate eyelids and examined her for a long while, but still saw no sign that she would wake up.
Strange.
She could whack someone with a shovel without waking up?
Shen Chuanlian