C97 Zhao Quan's Death

Women were scary when they were angry, not to mention Yin Ling was a ghost lady.

Closer!

Yin Ling's fist was less than ten centimeters away from Zhao Quan'er's head. That punch was more than enough to blow his head off.

"Bam!"

The expected headshot didn't come, but my body, like a shot ball, flew backward and landed next to the Grand Matriarch's corpse.

Clearly