Watching Yu ngyu approach, the calm and sunny expression on her face is completely replaced by resentnt.
"Lin Chunju’s" body suddenly stretches taller, and even her face undergoes a transformation.
This is a face that can truly be called captivating to all.
Her Taohua eyes exude carefree allure, and her features always carry the unbridled spirit of youth.
A solitary tear mole at the corner of her eye enhances the elegance of her face, akin to a character stepping out from a comic.
Even Yu ngyu pauses for a mont.
Fang Miao gasps in surprise.
"Gong Qiming?"
This nationally-renowned actor, how has he transford into Lin Chunju’s likeness here?
Yu ngyu is upon them in an instant; Gong Qiming laughs wickedly and promptly leaps up at the critical mont.
As Yu ngyu charges forward with inertia, he suddenly descends, grabbing Yu ngyu’s hair fiercely from behind.
"You deserve to die!"
The familiar pain assaults Yu ngyu, her screams causing Fang Miao to feel a chill in his heart.
In the guest room, Lin Hao can no longer play deaf.
Upon opening the door, he witnesses the bizarre scene unfolding before him.
Hair pulling—
Such things co in many different situations.
When Gong Qiming wears the appearance of Grandma Lin, the scene of hair-pulling resembles not two cultivators but rather two ordinary won in a physical dispute, where hair-pulling is regular practice.
And when Gong Qiming uses his own appearance, it recalls the childhood antics of boys deliberately bullying girls they like in this manner.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t the slightest hint of romantic tension in the scene, and Lin Hao’s first instinct is sympathy for Yu ngyu.
Yu ngyu’s long, smooth hair has a visible bald spot now.
Being pulled by Gong Qiming, it looks like another handful is about to be torn free.
It is truly aligned with Gong Qiming’s previous comnt of creating a symtrical pattern.
Yu ngyu is an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
But no matter how perfect the features, once bald, hardly any beauty remains.
Gong Qiming twists the knife further, "Ugh, you look awful, how about I shave it all off for you instead? It might look better."
"I will kill you, I swear I will kill you!"
Yu ngyu is driven mad with rage, spiritual energy crashes out from her body in a chaotic burst.
It raises the question of whether Yu ngyu might explode and perish.
Zzz—
Gong Qiming pulls out another clump of hair and theatrically flings the strands into the air.
Yu ngyu’s face becos exceedingly unsightly, she suddenly retrieves a crimson elixir from nowhere.
It exudes a faintly foul odor.
The sll alone makes one nauseated.
Gong Qiming squints and springs forward intending to snatch the elixir.
However, he is just a step too slow.
Yu ngyu lifts her head.
Gulp—
The elixir slides directly down her throat and into her stomach.
Almost imdiately, Yu ngyu’s aura surges to an unfathomable realm.
Even surpassing Gong Qiming.
Yu ngyu glares at Gong Qiming, her eyes filled with a bloody red hue.
The hair on her sides, stirred by spiritual energy, is swept behind her, giving a few shades of mystique.
However, with those two symtrically bald patches, it appears sowhat comical.
"Killing you would be too easy, I want to turn you into a human swine, drawing your spiritual energy and Qi Fortune day and night, leaving you unable to live or die."
Gong Qiming swallows hard, feeling the wild and surging spiritual energy within Yu ngyu.
Yet he retorts defiantly, "Ha, if you’re so capable, co on then."
As he speaks, he makes a beckoning gesture with his finger.
Yu ngyu keeps her icy gaze on Gong Qiming, suddenly extending her hand and clenching her fist, then smashes it into the void.
A massive blood-red fist flies toward him.
Gong Qiming never imagined the aftermath of this elixir would be so domineering.
Despite his best efforts to avoid it, he gets struck in the chest.
Bang!
Gong Qiming is knocked onto his back, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
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