Li Bielang covered his face, not wanting to watch anymore.
His sister had gone berserk again.
"What kind of thing are you to say such words to me?" Leng Yanhua's face was no longer soft with the gentle smile she had when chatting with Tianmiao; now it was only cruel to the extreme.
"Who, who are you?" The voice of the woman in the short skirt trembled slightly.
"Are you looking for death?" Leng Yanhua asked icily, her tone very serious.
"No, no, no, I'm sorry, I don't want to die. I'm sorry!" The short-skirt woman finally came to her senses, apologizing desperately with a sob.
"It's too late to apologize. Your Demon Hunting Certificate has been revoked. Please work hard to retake the exam next year." Leng Yanhua pulled the Demon Hunting Certificate from the short-skirt woman and then took a small instrument from herself, inserting the woman's certificate into it. The machine beeped, and the certificate was shredded.
