"Cough, cough!" Wang Rong spat out two mouthfuls of fresh blood and looked at Ye Qiu's piercing eyes, feeling a bone-chilling coldness, as if she had fallen into an ice cave!
"Help me, help me, Ichirō!" She desperately turned to Junben Ichirō.
Bang!
Just as Wang Rong finished speaking, Ye Qiu, like a ghost, instantly closed in on her and then stomped her ruthlessly!
Crack! Crack!
The sound of crisp cracking echoed.
With just one kick, Wang Rong's ribs shattered completely!
"Today, no one can save you!" Ye Qiu's voice was low. Thinking of everything Wang Rong had done, his eyes turned blood-red, and his entire being seemed like the Life-Seeking Yama crawling out from Hell!
An overwhelming Evil Qi spread out wantonly!
The temperature of the entire space plummeted!
Like a frigid winter!
Junben Ichirō looked at Ye Qiu in a precarious situation, then looked at Wang Rong with hatred, wishing he could pounce and tear Wang Rong apart.
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