Zheng Wenzhang's face turned green, she was clearly almost his own wife.
You bunch of old men, still fantasizing in your hearts.
He couldn't go over there and beat these people up.
After all, it was the truth.
At that time, Zhang Yuhe was indeed the goddess in the hearts of thousands of men.
Among them were not a few talented young men.
Zheng Wenzhang, this average brother, only dared to secretly watch from a distance.
Out of them, four Zhang Yuhe appeared directly next to Mo Feng, blocking him alone.
The remaining Zhang Yuhe attacked these elders.
Terrible battles, one wave after another.
Boom!
Just at that moment, the Black Robe on Jin Fenghuang got shattered by a white electric current.
She spat out blood, flew backward, and heavily smashed onto the ground.
The black cloth tied around her eyes also snapped.
Feng Lin looked at her pale face, it seemed that in her heart, Meng Changsheng was still much stronger than she was.
"Grandma!"
