Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

o choice but to loosen his belt and roll on the ground, dodging Fu Bo's attack!Even so, Lin Tianhu's face was very grim, with blood still oozing from the corner of his mouth!"Humph, with that little s...s and disdain.Just as Chen Ping walked woodenly up to the girl, wanting to take him away, who knew that Chen Ping's eyes instantly returned to clarity. Then, he slapped the girl on the head: "Wu Meizi...