"Stop it! Your opponent is me! " Cao Ying is not slow either. She has been staring at Feng Yu for a long time. Seeing that her hair is growing rapidly, she and Feng Yu are tightly wrapped together.

"hum, break!" It's just a small level Four Warlock. Fengyu doesn't care about it at all. Unfortunately, when he pulls it, he doesn't tear off the hair of the other side. Instead, he uses too much force to make his Qi and blood a little blocked. Looking at Cao Ying, Fengyu dare not take any more carelessness and deal with it carefully.

He Hui looked at Chu Fei with his ordinary...