Paeonia lactiflora's face was cold. She held a diamond dart in her hand and flew out when she cried out in cold surprise.

The diamond dart almost flies behind her, sticking to the cold earlobe. Without waiting for her to turn around, she only hears a cry of pain. The peony has pulled the cold hand behind her. She holds a short whip in her hand, shakes her right wrist, and the short whip clashes into a piece, splits and fits into a long metal whip, shaking two people in the shadow. "Come out!"

The whip passed like a snake, rolling up a man and falling in front of him....