Pu Xi clearly heard it. Although Mu Wen Li's tone was gentle, the girl in front of him was definitely not a good person. The flying rocks were full of energy.
His head is still buzzing from the beating, and it must be bruised to the touch.
If it was a knife that flew out with this force, his brain would be pierced right now.
"What do you mean?" Pu Xi walked out covering his head.