C157 You Are the Most Heartless

But he was fast, and Feng Jiuge was not slow either.

Just as his lips pressed down, his empty right arm slightly bent. His elbow suddenly lifted up and hit his face.

Then he twisted his body. His left hand, which was originally held by Yeh Wuzheng, moved slightly and grabbed his pulse. He circled behind Yeh Wuzheng and pressed his arm against his back again and again