C117 Fight If You like

At the quiet lakeside of the Yunding Academy, Ling Feishuang's figure drifted over.

"Jiang Chen! I hate you! I hate you!"

Ling Feishuang waved the seven stars and nine segments of the whip in her hand and crazily whipped it towards a big tree. It was as if she treated this waist-thick big tree as Jiang Chen. She was unscrupulously venting the dissatisfaction in her heart.

In an instant