C1939 Refining the Qi of the Ancestral Dragon Blade

Qin Feng was straightforward. His big hands whistled and stirred up the wind. Every time he waved his big hands, there would be blood on them.

"I told you to shut the f * * k up!"

"Old Dog, I'll let you live. You must die!"

"Give me a reason not to kill you!"

"As long as you shut up, you won't f * * king understand human speech ~?"

Qin Feng slapped him dozens of times