C1188 Decisive Killing

"Ah!"

A mournful howl came out from Painting's mouth. His originally handsome face had now completely twisted, and it was now completely crowded.

He then looked at the person who still had his hands spread out as if he was about to fly. Zuo Feng was still stomping on one of his feet.

He slightly spread his feet, with his left foot in front and his right foot behind