C472 No472 Struggle
Her frail body was kicked fifteen meters away.
"Puff …"
Without even stopping, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Bi Tiankuang also flew over. He stepped on Yu Xiyuan's right hand with one foot, inserted both hands into the seedling, and laughed arrogantly towards the sky.
The clean white dress, which was free from any traces of dirt even after killing the enemy, was now on Yu Xiyuan
