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57 Foreplay of Hundred Flowers Feast 4

"Really?" Qingcheng shrugged her shoulders and murmured indifferently, but her figure turned quickly at this moment, and before everyone could react, she had already quickly approached Shangguan Ling'er.

"Crack——" A very crisp sound of bones breaking sounded, but Qingcheng's mouth slowly raised her seductive red lips because of this sound.

"Ah——" Shangguan Wan'er screamed in disbelief, then fell down and looked at Qingcheng with eyes filled with pain.

Her arm was removed by Wu Qingcheng in an instant! Shangguan Wan'er looked at Qingcheng in panic, with a hint of fear in her eyes

"How is it? After experiencing it for yourself, do you know how much better I am than your sister?" Qingcheng asked Shangguan Wan'er with a smile, and asked in a gentle tone, giving people the illusion that she - simply

Not the one who took off Shangguan Wan'er's arm

"..." Shangguan Wan'er looked at Qingcheng and bit her lower lip in pain.

"Wan'er - you're okay!" Shangguan Ling'er glanced at Qingcheng in shock, then knelt down and looked at Shangguan Wan'er, with distress in her eyes.

"Sister - I...my hand hurts so much" Shangguan Wan'er said in a crying voice, looking at Shangguan Ling'er pitifully, with a look of grievance on her face

As soon as Shangguan Ling'er heard Shangguan Wan'er's complaint, her eyes were immediately replaced by viciousness. She stood up angrily and glared at Qingcheng.

With a bang, Shangguan Ling'er quickly summoned her anteater, which made her extremely proud, but also made Qingcheng disgusted.

"Anteater, go and help me teach this ignorant woman a lesson," Shangguan Ling'er roared with sinister eyes.

However, Qingcheng just glanced at the anteater who looked at her with fear, and the corners of her mouth were raised in a funny way.

"Shangguan Ling'er, it seems that you have forgotten who I am? Then - this time I will make it unforgettable for you." Qingcheng snorted coldly, stepped forward quickly, jumped up, and faced the anteater's head.

I stepped on my head hard, using all my strength.

The anteater itself was afraid of Qingcheng. Without any preparation, he was kicked by Qingcheng. His body was kicked directly to the wall next to him, and then he fell to the ground miserably, letting out a painful whimper.

With

And Qingcheng's speedy, fairy-like figure also made everyone gasp. Oh my God! Is this also called a waste of ancient martial arts? If kicking a monster until it can't get up is also called a waste, then they

Aren't these people just imbeciles?
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