Chapter 935

a skull with a single palm strike. He scoffed at this, thinking it was only effective against ordinary people. If he faced a fellow martial artist, whether he could even make a move was questionable....Chapter 935

A bed is inside the room.

A woman with sweat dripping from her brow, who had originally seemed reluctant, suddenly sat up straight upon hearing this.

It is exactly Zhao Ji's month!

"received any news about the banquet, so they still think Zhao Ping'an is just a small minion.Whoosh!Zhao Ping'an, upon hearing this, suddenly turned to him, his face darkening as he said, "I choose th...