"Snap."
As soon as Bai Liu finished speaking, Ning Tian flicked the Death Bell with his finger, producing a crisp sound. "Hmm, it's a good bell."
"Ouch... Daoist Ning, what are you doing! (╬▔^▔)" Bai Liu cried out in pain.
She held the Death Bell with one hand and covered her forehead with the other. The Death Bell was her true form.