C89 Crisis from the Martial House

Ling Yun cast a cold glance at Zhao Lia.

Traces of lightning blossomed on his arm, dazzling and dazzling.

"You are asking to be humiliated."

Ling Yun let out a cold snort. He raised his arm and punched Zhao Lia's fist.

"Ah!

A miserable scream came out of Zhao Lia's mouth. At the same time, the creepy sound of bones breaking sounded