“A toad lusting after a swan’s flesh!” Song Li cursed, looking at Shen Wei’s severed head with disgust filling her face, as if she had put up with Shen Wei for a long time and finally found a vent.

At that moment, her pretty face was filled with coldness, and not a smidgen of delicate charm could be seen.

She bent down and took Shen Wei’s bracelet of holding, along with Yin Tuo and the other two’s. Only after that did she smile lightly. “At least my gains on this ...