C787 Punish
Flowing Snow Ancient Martial Academy, campus, coffee shop.
A wonderful show was still playing.
Seeing that the countdown was about to end, Lin Feng's face was indifferent, as if he was not in a hurry at all.
Beiming Jing's expression was constantly changing. Perhaps because she felt wronged, two lines of tears quickly flowed out of the corner of her eyes.
As for Yaksha this woman