Chapter 338 Poor Little Frost

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This middle-aged woman, with a fierce face and a tall build, was obviously a Martial Cultivator.

Her blows were heavy as she grabbed Xiaoshuang's collar, lifting the slight girl straight up before her large palm mercilessly slapped Xiaoshuang's face, over and over again.

After a dozen slaps, Xiaoshuang's cheeks had swollen considerably, blood was dribbling from the corners of her mouth, and her head was spinning.

Many bystanders had noticed the situation but not one of them stepped forward to intervene.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged woman then slammed Xiaoshuang down onto the ground; the back of the girl's head struck the pavement, and she passed out immediately…

"Worthless wench!"

The middle-aged woman cursed harshly once more, spitting, and left with the smug-faced little boy.

The surrounding people had all kept their distance, adopting a stance of indifference.