C615 Tai chi

"Miss Rabin, hurry up ?"

Qu Fei Fei opened her eyes wide as she looked at Jin Wulang, her tone and orders filled the air.

Jin Wulang looked at the young miss of the Hidden Sword Sect who was hugging his legs, and sneered: "I don't like being carried."

"Woosh, woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~"

As he waved the fan in his hand, a dozen silver needles shot out and struck right between Qu Fei Fei's eyebrows