C553 Ming Le and Xiang Wanqing

“Cheh. Is she dead?” The fatty, who was like a human tank, spat out a mouthful of dark green phlegm.

The ground melted into a small hole.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound coming from the broken pieces of the wall.

The fatty, who was called a fusion monster, looked over in surprise and said in surprise, “Under such an attack