C181 Gu Simo Was Back

Wu Yang gently clapped her hands, "Master Zhuang, the strength of each slap cannot be less than this. "

He did not make a sound and only gritted his teeth. He faced his own face again.

After nearly twenty slaps, Zhao Zhuang's face had already turned red. His two sides were swollen and his entire head looked like a pig head hanging on a chopping board waiting to be sold