C1687 Threat
"Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The layer of fat on Lin Feng's body quickly condensed into two fist-sized balls of fatty fat in his palm. Not only did the two balls of fatty fat stink to the sky, they also emitted a demonic bloody glow.
He originally thought that Lin Feng would throw away such a disgusting thing, but he didn't expect that with a flip of his palm
