Long Xiluo’s cold sarcasm!
Si Moyan’s face instantly darkened. He immediately turned long Xiluo’s body around and slapped her to the ground.
Long Xiluo only felt a burning pain on her face. She merely curled her lips coldly and raised her head to look at him, revealing a provocative smile. “Not only are you small, your skills are also terrible! Every man is a hundred times stronger than you!”
Si Moyan snatched long Xiluo’s gun and kicked her lower abdomen. He was wearing specially made military leather boots. When he kicked her lower abdomen, she instantly broke out in cold sweat and her expression changed.
Si Moyan grabbed her hair and made her raise her face. “Small, is it? who was the one who was beaten to death by me last time!”
“Bah, you want me to be beaten to death? Dream On!”Long Xiluo’s eyes were filled with disdain and disdain. There was also a stubbornness that seemed like no one could make her yield.