While the spirit game is in progress

The old lady's eyes were full of excitement: "This sword is really cold, a bit colder than ice in winter."

The place she touched was the blade, and [Cold Night Sword] would emit cold air to creatures other than the holder, so just a few seconds of touching it made her feel that her fingers were frozen.

She let go of her hand, and instead grasped the blade of [Hanming Sword]—that is, the junction of the sword body and hilt, trying to take [Hanming Sword] from Ye Diluo's hand.

But she found that she was completely unable to withdraw the [Cold Night Sword].

The old lady looked at Ye Dill's hand that was firmly holding the hilt of the sword, and sneered: "You are struggling in vain."

She stretched out her hand to break Ye Dill's fingers, and Ye Dill clenched the [Han Duo Sword] even more tightly, without any intention of letting go.

After all, the old lady was very old and lacked strength. After tossing for a long time, she was so tired that she was out of breath, but she failed to break Ye Dill's hand.

The old lady's hands were haggard and rough, and when they touched the skin of dill leaves, it caused slight tingling and discomfort.

Coupled with the posture of the old lady who seemed to break Ye Dill's fingers, after a lot of tossing, Ye Dill's fingers had turned red.

Seeing that she had tossed and tossed for a long time but still couldn't win the prop that she had been thinking about, the old lady was suddenly a little annoyed.

She pinched a piece of flesh on the back of Ye Dill's hand vigorously, and twisted the flesh mercilessly, as if she would tear this piece of flesh off in a second.

Ye Dill had goosebumps all over her body in pain, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

But she still held the 【Han Dusk Sword】 firmly, insisting on refusing to let go.

"You little girl is tired of working." The old lady slapped Ye Diluo's face, "You have to suffer a little bit before you know what it means to be obedient!" 187

Five bright red finger prints instantly appeared on Ye Dill's fair cheeks, and that crisp applause sounded extraordinarily loud in the quiet neighborhood late at night.

But what the old lady didn't hear was that the moment she whipped Ye Dill, Ye Dill took the opportunity to turn her head to the right, and said two words in a low voice: "Tennis."

Although Ye Dill's voice was very low, even the old lady who was so close couldn't hear it, but Little Pudding, who was lying in Ye Dill's pocket and writhing anxiously, heard these words with the tip of his ears.

It immediately understood what Ye Dill meant, and hurriedly pushed the tennis ball that was with it out.

When the old lady pinched the flesh on the back of Ye Dill's hand for the second time, the tennis ball fell.

Ye Dill's eyeballs were deflected, and the tennis ball, which hadn't landed in time, instantly changed its direction and hit the old lady's face straight.

The old lady didn't have time to react, she was slapped in the face all of a sudden, she cried out in pain, and immediately covered her crooked nose, and she fell to the ground due to inertia.

Ye Dill controlled the tennis ball and hit the old lady's other hand holding the cane.

Before the old lady recovered from the accident of being slapped in the face and falling down, she felt a pain in her wrist.

She let go subconsciously.

In the next second, the tennis ball flew over and knocked the crutch far away.

The moment the crutch left the old lady's hand, Ye Diluo felt that the restraint on her body was much smaller.

She looked down, and the shadow of the crutch had disappeared, and the shadow of the old lady was slowly returning to the old lady.