C1950 Facial Afterthought

"Trash!" Eleven waved both of his hands, and two short Flying Sword s flew out from the ring on his hand, which he held tightly in his hands.

"Humph!" You dare to call me trash, this time I have a reason to hit you! " With that, Xing Laojiu charged towards Eleven again with a cold expression.

"Pah!"

The two figures stopped at the same time. Xing Laojiu touched his burning cheek in disbelief