C707 A Dead Man
Before anyone could react.
Snap!
Lin Fei slapped Tan Xuelian again.
Tan Xuelian's face was clearly swollen like a fermented bun.
Furthermore, blood flowed out from the corner of Tan Xuelian's mouth.
"Damned little bastard, you still dare to hit me? I will kill you." Tan Xuelian rushed towards Lin Fei as if she had gone mad.
Both of her hands turned into claws and clawed at Lin Fei's face
