"Ow!"
Xiao Tian's Seventh Brother's Clone swung a brick into the back of the Witch's head, smashing her entire body apart into a dazzling shower of light. The light flew a hundred meters before regrouping into a graceful, curvaceous figure. Her exquisite, kingdom-toppling face was filled with disbelief. Even looking a little adorably dazed in her surprise, she remained breathtakingly beautiful, like an elven goddess beneath the moon.
Thud!
The bone club the girl had used for her ambush fell to the ground, crystalline as jade, its sheen smooth and lustrous. Beside it lay an exquisite little pouch, refined from the hide of a genuine Pure-Blooded Fierce Beast. Its opening was tied with golden thread, and it was better than any Xiao Tian had ever seen.
Neither War Goddess Yu Meiren's nor Huo Ling'er's imitation Heaven and Earth Bag could compare.
"I got ambushed with a club?!"
Confusion flashed through the girl's bright, lively eyes before vanishing. Still unable to believe it, she murmured in astonishment.
What was this called?
Hunting geese all day, only to have a goose peck out your eye?
Walk beside the river often enough, and how could your shoes stay dry?
A horse could stumble on its forelegs; a person could miscalculate.
A boat capsizing in a gutter.
Even a tiger had to doze sometimes.
A wise man's thousand calculations were bound to contain one mistake!
The Witch's figure was graceful, with curves in all the right places, and her long black hair drifted freely. She raised a hand and patted her luminous white forehead. Wisdom shone between her brows, where a red phoenix-tail flower marked her skin. Her dark brows resembled distant mountains, her delicate nose fine jade. Her exquisite face was fair and tender, seemingly delicate enough to break at a touch. Most