"What do you want?
Qin Yue tried hard to break away from the vines. Her pale face was full of anger, and her beautiful eyes glared hard at Little Tree.
Smack!
Suddenly, Little Tree raised his hand and whipped at her body. A crisp sound echoed throughout the courtyard.
"Ah!"
Qin Yue let out a painful scream. Her beautiful and haughty face turned pale. Her body was trembling with anger and she bit her thin lips tightly, "Aren't you afraid of the revenge of the Saintly Virgin Tribe?"
The Saintly Virgin Tribe?
Upon hearing these three words, Little Tree sneered grimly. Behind him, countless vines suddenly rose and whistled in front of Qin Yue. These vines were like long whips, whipping at Qin Yue's body, and only crackling could be heard in the courtyard.
