Zhao Yan panicked for a while, never before. She used to be a strong woman who was not afraid of anything, but since she met these cultivators, she realized her shortcomings. My little Kung Fu is not enough. In other words, in other people's eyes, fart doesn't count.

"let me go, you beast, asshole." Zhao Yan can only scold like this. Although she knows it won't help, at least she will feel better when she shouts it out. At this moment, she's a little bit broken. She'll feel embarrassed when she thinks that she will be defiled.

at this moment, the person she most wants to appear is Ye Tian....