"Little vixen, do you still want to find that old thing to support you? I will tell you this; nobody can save you today."

As Zhangsun Lan spoke, she rushed to Zhao Xingyue with a crazed look and reached out to scratch Zhao Xingyue's face.

However, she was just an ordinary shrew and knew nothing about martial arts. How could she be a match for Zhao Xingyue?

As soon as she stepped forward, she was slapped in the face by Zhao Xingyue. Her fat body ...