Was this an impulse?
Sure enough, although meixiu's kick was fast, Xiahou Ying's attack was even faster. In the blink of an eye, his foot was about to touch her chest. Xiahou Ying drooled and his evil smile was unsightly.
"Pa!" With a crisp sound, Xiahou Ying's smile froze on his face, then became extremely distorted.
A slender and beautiful foot was infinitely magnified in front of his eyes, but before he could properly appreciate this ***, his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string. While he was still in mid-air, he could already see the blood mist and the teeth that flew out.
The one who had made the move was naturally Ling Chuxi. Oh, wrong. She used her feet. She didn't want to dirty her hands when dealing with this kind of person.
The banquet, which had just been filled with laughter and laughter, suddenly became deathly silent.