"Han Luoluo, I was just kidding!"
A moment later, Zhang Bushuai and the other two were beaten black and blue. They shouted, "Old Ren, help!"
"Teacher Ren, won't your conscience hurt if you just watch like this?"
"Teacher Ren?"
In the next moment, a rough voice shouted, "Bah, three men can't beat a little girl, and you still have the cheek to ask for help? Come here, each of you, practice 108 Desolate God Bodies."
"Huh!"
"No!"
"Teacher Ren, you'd better go about your business! We can handle this."
Ren Tianfei appeared and snorted. "Are you afraid now? It's too late. Practice."
At this moment, a Nine-Tailed Mantis Shrimp swam down from the sky and said, "Senior Ren, it's getting late. Many guests are coming today. Why don't you punish them later?"
"Humph! You guys are lucky."
"Uncle Ritian, pull us up."
