Qin Yi was defeated; women's logic can truly be bizarre at times.
He suppressed Li Changdi's cultivation.
Yun Mengyao walked over, her face cold, and sneered at Li Changdi, "I told you, Qin Yi would definitely come. You never imagined you'd get slapped in the face so quickly, did you?"
With that said, she swung her arm round.
"Slap... slap... slap..."
Yun Mengyao lashed out in anger, delivering more than ten loud slaps, leaving Li Changdi's mouth crooked and face askew, his old face bloodied and terrifying, twitching in pain.
Yun Mengyao shook her wrist, "Your skin is thicker than Qin Yi's, my hand is hurting from hitting you."
Qin Yi: "..."
Damn, truly a case of lying down and getting shot, this woman really is... considering she's suffered quite a bit, he couldn't be bothered to argue with her.
"Alright, hitting feels way better than getting hit." Yun Mengyao said with satisfaction, then added confidently, "Hurry and heal me."
Qin Yi: "..."
