Seeing this, Feng Qingqing knew that this woman must be a brazen, overbearing bully in her own parts. She looked like she was begging to be taken down a peg or two.
Ignoring her, Feng Qingqing pulled a silver needle from her spatial dimension and precisely pricked the woman. In an instant, the woman, who had been ranting and raving just a moment before, was howling in agony, writhing and rolling on the ground in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain. The haughty demeanor she had displayed upon waking was entirely gone.
The woman’s husband stood nearby. He had seen Feng Qingqing lift her hand ever so slightly, and now his wife was on the ground, suffering as if she were enduring the torments of the damned. Having lived with her for a lifetime, he knew her well. Judging by her expression, he knew she must be in excruciating pain. Suddenly, panic seized him. He had no desire to suffer the same fate. His eyes darted toward the girl, filled with dread, as he wondered what she intended to do. He couldn’t recall ever offending her.
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