Hu Yu also poured a cup of tea for Wei Meng. "Drink some tea to moisten your throat."
Wei Meng nodded. She was getting better and better at cursing, but her mouth was a little dry. After drinking the soothing liquid, she felt much better.
Hu Yu said, "Meng, have you ever thought about what if that thing is really bold enough to come here? If we're not his match, won't we be tortured to death by him? We might even be hung to death at the city gate. If that's the case, it'll really be embarrassing."
As Hu Yu spoke, she patted her cheek. "I'm so beautiful. I won't want to die like that."
Wei Meng received the signal and smiled sweetly. "Sister Hu Yu, don't worry. That won't happen. There are so many psychics present here now. As long as he comes, he won't be able to leave. Even if others can't deal with him, there's one person who can."
Hu Yu smiled and asked. "Who is it? Is that person stronger than me?"