Death with a touch

Hearing this, Li Yiming's body trembled and his expression changed.

"You... Matriarch Huang, why do you say that? Why wouldn't I dare…"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Huang Yueli wave her sleeves and the cup was immediately blown over by the wind. The milk in the cup splashed out and spilled onto the ground.

Coincidentally, there were a few birds pecking at the bugs on the ground nearby. They happened to be standing under the table.

The milk splashed on the bird's feathers, making them wet.

The little bird chirped and subconsciously flapped its wings, wanting to fly away.

However, none of them succeeded in flying.

In just a few breaths, these birds fell to the ground with a thud and stopped moving.

A few servant girls at the side were so shocked by this scene that their faces turned pale and they almost screamed.