C891 A Life of Ancient Blue Lantern Buddha

Not one slap, three.

It was like firecrackers exploding in Yang Tiantian's ears, waking her up from her indescribable state of hesitation.

The person who had slapped him was the old village chief who numbered eight hundred.

Yang Tiantian hadn't thought that this old man would be able to pull off a "natural and natural" air when slapping someone.

"You female thief