C789 This Is What a Nouveau Riche Is

At the back yard of White Cloud Temple, fatty, who was throwing money at people, suddenly felt a sense of death.

Sima Qing's fist arrived in an instant, and he stopped three inches away from his nose.

Even so, the strong wind from Sima Qing's fist still caused the reckless nouveau riche to feel pain on his face.

Fatty's entire body was ice-cold, as if he had fallen into an ice kiln