Ming Li looked at Feng Miaomiao, who had fainted on the ground, then at the hand with which she had just knocked Feng Miaomiao unconscious, and sighed in her heart.
Tsk tsk tsk! A miscalculation, a miscalculation! If only she had used her sword earlier! It would have been so much easier to just strike with a single blow! Ah! But it's not too late to strike now, is it?
Thinking this, a silver light flashed in Ming Li's hand, and a silver sword appeared.
Holding the silver sword, Ming Li hovered it over Feng Miaomiao's neck. Just as she was about to strike, Ming Li suddenly thought of something, frowned, and finally put the silver sword away.
Better not! If she killed the protagonist now, the system would find out, and her ears would probably get calluses again.
Alas! What a shame!
Ming Li walked to the side, picked up the black recording pen that had fallen in the corner, and played with it in her hand.
Ming Li looked at the recording pen in her hand, marveling.
Tsk tsk tsk! Was this protagonist swapped out by someone? Or is this Heavenly Dao broken? To choose such a person as the protagonist, it seems this world's Heavenly Dao is no good…
Heavenly Dao: ...You're the one who's no good, your whole family is no good. You can say anything about me, but you can't say I'm no good!
Ming Li’s gaze swept lightly around the room, her lips curving. A red light flashed, and a small laptop appeared in her hand.
Ming Li opened the laptop and skillfully operated the keyboard. In a short while, she obtained the surveillance footage of Cai Cai meeting Feng Miaomiao.
After saving the video, Ming Li closed the laptop, put the recording pen back in its original place, and her figure vanished from the room like a ghost.
The night wind was bone-chilling, blowing against Ming Li, yet she felt nothing.
Dark clouds obscured the moon, obscured the stars, obscured all light in the sky.
Before long, heavy rain began to fall from the pitch-black sky, accompanied by rumbling thunder.
Ming Li walked on the empty road. The rainwater, when it was still a meter away from her, all veered off, not wetting a single corner of her clothes.
Suddenly, a dark, amorphous mass lunged towards Ming Li from an inconspicuous corner, only to hit a muddy rainwater puddle with a *bang* a few steps away from her.
Ming Li raised an eyebrow and walked over. She found a panting, dirty, and unidentifiable little dog lying in the puddle.
When the little dog saw Ming Li squatting in front of it, it wagged its tail and let out a pitiable whimper.
At that moment, a loud *bang* echoed from not far away.
Ming Li looked up and saw that where she had been standing, a lightning-struck, charred tree was now lying, emitting black smoke.
Ming Li: I suspect the Heavenly Dao is messing with me…
Heavenly Dao: Boss! It wasn't me! I didn't! You have to believe me!
Just as Ming Li finished thinking, she saw a bolt of lightning thicker than a person's thigh strike down with a roar not far from her.
Heavenly Dao: ...Do you believe me if I say it was just a slip of the hand?
Ming Li: ...Very well! Heavenly Dao, you have successfully captured my attention!
A flash of silver, and the silver sword appeared.
Ming Li stood up, holding the silver sword, and then flung it fiercely into the air.
The silver sword traced a perfect arc in the sky before disappearing into the dark clouds crackling with lightning.
Not long after, Ming Li heard the tender voice of a little girl.
Wuwuwu! Big Sister Boss, I was wrong! I won’t dare again! Please tell your sword not to hit me anymore! Ah! My butt!
Damn it! Is this woman a demon! Too terrifying! If I had known, I shouldn’t have provoked her in the first place!! Wuwuwu! My cute little butt!!
Hearing this voice, Ming Li’s mouth twitched violently.
Finally, Ming Li couldn’t stand it any longer. With a slight flick of her slender wrist, the silver sword returned to her hand.