"You, you little wench, you, you perverted freak..." Jiangh Churan saw Wang Xiaoqiang had made up his mind to play with her, and felt a timid fear in her heart, but still remained defiant, continuing to curse.
"Filthy mouth full of crap." Wang Xiaoqiang, in a fit of anger, swung his hand towards Jiangh Churan's pretty face, but just as he was about to hit it, he stopped abruptly, then turned the strike into a caress, saying, "Tsk tsk, such a pretty face, such fair skin, such tender flesh, I can't bear to hit it, ruining it would make it unattractive..."
It's the first time Jiangh Churan had a man touch her face, she was very repulsed, and shouted sternly, "If you dare, hit me, kill me, old lady, I didn't want to live long ago."
"You want to die, huh. Alright," Wang Xiaoqiang sneered coldly, let Jiangh Churan go, and with a thought, he released two Dead Spirit Puppets from the Storage Ring, as soon as they appeared, they lunged at Jiangh Churan.
