At this moment, Zhao Panpan's clothes had been torn into strips of cloth, exposing her snow-white skin. Her large, peach-like breasts bounced up and down, causing the people below to swallow their saliva.
"Why do I feel like the phoenix is being a hooligan?" someone asked.
The phoenix thought, 'I'm not being a hooligan, I'm just plucking my feathers.'
Everyone watched as Zhao Panpan's clothes were stripped off. The phoenix used its sharp claws to leave bloody marks on Zhao Panpan's body as she screamed.
At this moment, the phoenix had knocked over something in the stands. Then, with a flap of its wings, everything fell on Zhao Panpan's body, emitting a messy smell.
"Who's cooking? Why is there such a strong smell? How much chili did you put in this?" Song Yun sniffed.
"Not only chili, but also purple perilla, salt, and cumin..." Zheng Shan'er said lightly. "Hmm, where did these things come from?"
