The weeping beauty was so pitiful that it was hard to bear.

"Don't cry, don't cry. What's going on? is there someone who wants to take your flying spirit weapon? tell your father, I'll pull out his tendons and skin him alive." Qu xiangyao had a fierce aura, but he loved his daughter very much. When he saw her tear-stained face, he shouted angrily.

"It's two cultivators who came out of nowhere. I took a fancy to their flying spiritual weapons and wanted to kill them and snatch them for fun. Who knew that the two trash you sent me were killed by them in a few moves. If I didn't have this spiritual weapon to protect myself, I would have been killed by them too." Qu Xiang 'er stopped her tears and touched the pendant on her chest as she sobbed.

If they had not seen it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, no one would have been able to imagine how vicious this beautiful young girl who was crying pitifully was.