Yan Feng Banquet

Zhao Shuning walked over leisurely.

Lotus Blooming Step by Step.

Under the afterglow, it was so beautiful.

The crowd finally saw her face after she closed the door.

Unyielding, beautiful, and alluring, but it was not on the same level as gentleness.

Zhao Shuning looked at the two kneeling before her and said, "Two protectors, please do not worry. I am not interested in the position of the Thousand Killing Head."

Immediately, dozens of people fell to their knees.

"Elder, please forgive us, we really can't stop the young pavilion master."

Ye Feng raised his hand.

Only then did those people leave.

Apothecary, who was in the top dozens, could not stop a little girl?

"Old man, like I told you before, I'm not interested in the position of Thousand Chance Killer's head. Are you trying to force me into the stronghold? Are you saying that you don't care about martial arts anymore?"