119 Miko

"You're from the ancient martial arts world?!" Yamamoto's expression changed immediately and darkened, seeing the dense chi surrounding Gu Xiqiao's body. After coming to N City for so long, this was only the third time he had seen someone from the ancient martial arts world.

The system spirit floated around Yamamoto, shaking its head. [Although you're a bad guy, I really pity you. I hope when you die later, it won't be too ugly…]

Xixi stared at Yamamoto for a short while, its jet-black eyes full of sympathy. This man was obviously not as powerful as it was, but he was so full of himself. Foreseeing Gu Xiqiao's aggressive actions to resolve this, it couldn't help but shed (fat) tears of pity for him.

A white light flashed in the slender fingers, and Yamamoto's arm was numb from the impact, his grip on the middle-aged man loosening till he fell to the ground. The middle-ageed man shot a grateful look at Gu Xiqiao, and she waved him into the crowd.