Lu Zijia took the opportunity to rush over and kick the two of them to the ground, then jumped up and stepped on them with one foot on each of their backs.
"Didn't you say you were going to dote on me? Why? Does it still hurt? Does it still hurt?"
Every time Lu Zijia said something, she would control the copper furnace and throw it at their butts, making a muffled sound every time.
The two Taoist Priests wanted to get up and knock Lu Zijia to the ground, but as soon as they moved, they felt the foot on the back of their necks stepping down fiercely, almost breaking them.
"Argh! Argh!"
The sharp pain on their necks made the two of them scream at the same time. They struggled unconsciously with their hands and legs. At a glance, they looked like two turtles with their shells flipped.
"Who asked you to move? Did I ask you to move? Huh? Do you still dare to move? I'm asking you a question. Do you still dare to move?"
