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"AHH!"
"Pa!"
Fang's grandma's heart trembled. Because of his fear, his hand loosened and the wooden stick in his hand dropped to the ground.
She closed her eyes instinctively, her legs trembling with fear.
Her eyes widened as she looked at the wooden stick within reach. Her body couldn't help but tremble and her heart couldn't stop trembling.
Mo Xiyan's swing seemed gentle, but the strength used in her hands was at least ten to ten times stronger.
The instant he swung it, it brought a chill down his spine.
As for the Fang's grandma who was being pointed at by the wooden stick, her feeling was perhaps the most intuitive.
Her heart was still trembling with fear.
His lips couldn't help but tremble.
She knew that if she were to lower the wooden stick any further, just a little bit more and her head would be smashed.
Her head was sure to blossom by the force of the stick.