Xu Wendong showed a sly smile on his face, "If I move, I definitely won't die, but you'll surely wish you were dead."
Shen Shiwu replied dismissively, "That's not necessarily..."
Before she could finish the sentence.
Xu Wendong suddenly surged forward.
Just that one move.
It made Shen Shiwu's voice stop abruptly, it felt as if a musket had instantly pierced her heart, causing her a sensation akin to suffocation.
And before she could react, a second surge came crashing down like a tidal wave, engulfing her in an instant.
"Bast...ard..."
"Slo...w down..."
Shen Shiwu's face was full of pain, she wanted Xu Wendong to slow down.
Because she truly had a feeling of wishing for death.
However, Xu Wendong turned a deaf ear and continued his surges.
For a moment.
The room echoed with the applause of love.
At first, Shen Shiwu felt a near-death sensation, but as time passed, with Xu Wendong's surges, she felt her soul leave her body.
