"Bam!"
With a crisp sound, the black armored Lieutenant blocking Han Muye was slapped hard.
"This is my foster father!" Huang Zhihu rolled up her sleeves and was about to step forward.
The military officer with one hand covering his face looked up and saw Huang Zhihu's appearance. He was first stunned, then confused, and then muttered, "Sword… Lord Sword Tiger…"
The group of black armored soldiers placed their hands on the Mystic Sun swords at their waists, but they were at a loss.
Sword Tiger, Huang Zhihu was someone people feared in the camp.
However, how did the ruthless Sword Tiger become this beautiful girl with fair arms?
"Get out of the way. Haven't I taught you enough lessons?" Huang Zhihu raised her leg to kick, but because the hem of her dress was wrapped around her leg, she could not raise her leg.