This sentence is like a bomb, completely blown up Yan Xun's reason. See him red eyes, a palm toward Lu Xiaoxiao's face, Lu Xiaoxiao cold smile, body did not move.

The air in front of us is shaking, and the palm wind comes with anger. Lu Xiaoxiao waited for the slap to fall on his face.

But Yan Xun's hand stopped in mid-air. He stared at Lu Xiaoxiao's eyes, his face flushed with anger.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at him and suddenly opened his mouth. One foot kicks Yan Yin's body, regardless of which part she kicks. Yan Xu suffered from pain and stagnated in his movements.

Lu Xiaoxiao rolled up,...