Ouyang Xiaoxiao kicked and flew with his companion. He was unwilling to wave his fist at the sandbag. In his eyes, every shaking sandbag was Yecheng's head, and every punch was a deadly killer.

The face of the imperial wind was bruised, and she had been waiting silently on the edge. When she came back from the villa, she reflected on herself. Although she could not figure out the idea of the master, she realized that she really shouldn't appear at that time and gave Ye a reason to leave.

"Sir, if you are angry with your subordinates, please don't hurt your body any more."

"disappear!"

The imperial wind bites...