"Qing Ling, stop it now, why are you listening to Wuya, that old dog? Did he give you some poison?"
Shangguan Ming'Er shouted loudly, hoping to stop Murong Qingling's actions.
"Stop shouting, don't you know that there's a kind of poison in the world called love?"
Watching the anxious yelling Shangguan Ming'Er, Yun Hao spoke softly.
A kind of poison called love?
Upon hearing Yun Hao's words, Leng Feifei and Shangguan Ming'Er both became dumbfounded.
However, while they were stunned, Wuya Daoist would not stand still. He raised his large hand and struck at the two.
Bam bam!
In their daze, the two women's bodies were struck and thrown out, hitting the ground hard, constantly spitting blood from their mouths.
They couldn't understand why, if Murong Qingling liked Wuya Daoist, she could still be hurt just now?
They could confirm that this was definitely a real injury!
"Go to hell, you all!"
