C707 A Dead Man

Before anyone could react.

Snap!

Lin Fei slapped Tan Xuelian again.

Tan Xuelian's face was clearly swollen like a fermented bun.

Furthermore, blood flowed out from the corner of Tan Xuelian's mouth.

"Damned little bastard, you still dare to hit me? I will kill you." Tan Xuelian rushed towards Lin Fei as if she had gone mad.

Both of her hands turned into claws and clawed at Lin Fei's face