Bloodlight flickered in Luo Qingtong's eyes.
Just at this moment——
"Pah! Go to hell!"
As this voice sounded, Little Fragrant Pig instantly sprang out from Luo Qingtong's sleeve pocket.
"You think Grandpa Pig won't assert his might? You think I don't exist?"
While speaking, a wave of consciousness mixed with something else, was transmitted into Luo Qingtong's mind.
"Quick, Master, do as I tell you, let's torment this son of a bitch together!"
Having received these things, Luo Qingtong's eyebrows fiercely shot up.
She squinted at Little Fragrant Pig.
The next second, her figure soared up swiftly.
In the flame-spitting sky, black and red complemented each other.
Yet Luo Qingtong's figure was even more lustrous than the flames.
Against the backdrop of this blood-red luster, her robe fluttered, and she touched the spot between her eyebrows on her forehead.
