lt;lt;Waste Material

The scar-faced man glared at Li Qianzi's hateful eyes, enraged. He scrambled to his feet and lunged towards her: "Monster, you dare kick me, and you dare despise me Just wait and see how I'll punish you!",Li Qianzi turned her head back. Under the silver-white lightning, Nan Gongyu at the door wore a magnificent red wedding robe, his figure elegant and unrestrained. He was extraordinary, but at this moment, his face was as cold as ice. A pair of narrow and long eyes stirred up a storm, as if they wanted to devour Li Qianzi in front of him mercilessly.,Li Qianzi cursed inwardly, her figure blurred, flitting like a ghost through the blades and shadows of the battlefield...。