C252 Cold Cloud Flying 8

With a few whooshing sounds, the soft whip in Qin Kexin's hand created strong gusts of wind wherever it went. Even the booths by the side of the road were struck by it.

"Someone is about to come. Sir, the yamen's entrance is about to open and someone is about to be killed."

"Girl, you're a loser."

"Exactly, pay up."

Several hawkers shouted, attracting the constable's attention