Song Xiaodong didn't even try to dodge, saying, "If you kill me now, you'll regret it."
"Regret? Are you just trying to scare me?" Qingluan's hand paused in mid-air, then she spoke with disdain.
"Haven't you noticed that your feet are already deeply trapped in the mud?" Song Xiaodong said lazily.
"Ah..." Qingluan let out a small cry, stopped her hand aimed at Song Xiaodong, and exerted force with her legs, trying to pull her foot out.
"So what?" Qingluan snorted.
"Haha, it's nothing... What about your left foot?" Song Xiaodong shook his head, his face mocking.
"Left foot?" Qingluan frowned, then discovered a very serious problem. Although her right foot was pulled out, her left foot was stuck even deeper.
Moreover, the mud seemed to have a strong suction force, making her left foot involuntarily sink deeper.
Qingluan ignored dealing with Song Xiaodong, instinctively pressing her right foot back into the mud, trying to pull her left foot out.
