Meng Tianluo was kicked to the point where he obviously suffered a lot, but after all, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his martial art was not weak, and he returned to normal in no time. Seeing that Zhao Ling was showing no mercy to him, he was even more angry, approaching her step by step, the anger in his eyes seemed to devour her.
"You bitch, dare to plot against this king!" Meng Tianluo gritted his teeth and slapped Zhao Ling in the face, hard.
This slap packed a punch, and a few red marks appeared on Zhao Ling's left cheek instantly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. This was a fair skin that could be broken so easily, and this red marks were particularly dazzling.
Zhao Ling didn't cover her face or wipe her mouth, just stared coldly at Meng Tianluo who was on the verge of losing control, keeping vigilance so that she could be ready to go at any time.
