What kind of experience is it to have complaints but not dare to voice them?
Just like Qian Qian.
Initially, she came to the heavens fully expecting to meet her death, but Qing Nu didn't seem to intend to kill her.
Yet, this woman is like a madman, prone to tossing people to their deaths over the slightest disagreement.
Recalling the agony of being submerged by water, Qian Qian no longer dared to speak carelessly.
But just because she kept silent didn't mean the other party was willing to let her off.
"You look dissatisfied with what I say?"
Qian Qian looked into her blue pupils and felt extreme danger.
If she misspoke, she was sure to relive the experience of a deep-sea tour.
The woman before her was truly not someone Qian Qian could afford to provoke. She knew that the other might well be a prehistoric Divine Being from the legends—God knows why she wasn't dead. In any case, she was exceedingly terrifying.
