Beat the Wrong Person

"Crack!" The vase smashed firmly onto the man's head and shattered. The man's figure froze. Before he could react, Feng Qing kicked him again. The man fell to the ground and was still a little confused. He looked at Feng Qing, who rushed up and punched and kicked him while greeting his eighteen generations of ancestors. He could only protect his head and defend passively. No one knew where her punch landed, but the man's eyes rolled over and he fainted on the spot.

At this time, Xia Qianxue arrived at the battlefield, panting. It was too difficult for her to run in high heels. When she saw Feng Qing knock out the man with the ponytail and blue coat, she happily struck Feng Qing.

"Qingqing, you're too f*cking awesome. I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting." Xia Qianxue resisted the urge to curse.