"Go on, try and run."
To Wang Jun, Su Nian's smile at that moment seemed utterly cruel.
'Aren't you a master? You're so powerful, so why don't you block it?!'
He didn't stop to consider whether his actions were right or wrong. Right now, his eyes were filled with venomous hatred!
He even stared intently at the blood-red figure, cursing silently in his heart, 'Hurry up and kill this bitch! My fucking hand hurts so bad!'
But as the red-dressed female ghost shot toward her like a cannonball, Su Nian cleanly and decisively clamped a hand on its head.
Then, grabbing it by the scruff of its neck with one hand, she lifted it into the air.
Her methods were practiced, her movements skilled—at a glance, you could tell she was an expert at handling cats!
After all, this action wasn't just similar to grabbing a cat—it was practically identical.
The female ghost, held by the scruff of its neck, remained defiant, its limbs flailing in midair as if venting its rage.
