Chapter 671: Naughty Little Brother, Not Bad_1

Hearing Feng Lin's response, not only Han Meimei, but also some onlookers nodded silently.

His strength might be lacking, but at least he had backbone.

Not just for Charming Demons, but the same applied to other races as well.

But Charming Demons placed more importance on this aspect in men.

Han Meimei lit up a lady's cigarette and watched from a short distance away.

Just because of Feng Lin's words, she would have stepped in to help if he were in danger.

Upon hearing this, Shi Gang sneered and in the blink of an eye, dashed to Feng Lin's front.

There were many who talked tough.

But usually, that's all they did—talk tough.

He didn't believe that after beating Feng Lin half to death, he would still dare to speak like this.

Whoosh!

Qi from the Tempering Realm enveloped his palm.

He swung forcefully, and five earthy-yellow claw marks streaked toward Feng Lin.

Han Meimei's foot had already moved.