The Battle of the Cuckold (3)

The deep scratches made Chen Yu break out in a cold sweat.

If this had hit the body, Iron Man would have cut off his intestines...

Qi Yuan slash...

It was so terrifying.

"This woman..."

"Hehe." Ma Li grinned and staggered to her feet. With one leg limping, she mobilized her strength and dragged her hands.

It seemed that she wanted to get the cuckold out.

"No!" Chen Yu's spirit was shaken. Naturally, he could not risk his life to follow her. He decisively burst out at full speed and charged at Ma Li.

"Wu wu." Ma Li's forehead was covered in sweat. As she retreated, she used her strength to pull the cuckold.

"There's no time. Goodbye." Chen Yu raised his left foot.

Ma Li: "...Wu wu wu."

"That's not right!"

Just when Chen Yu's sole was less than two meters away from Ma Li, his extraordinary vision caught a ray of cold light.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!