Su Qing flips her palm and her red lips are slightly hooked:
"It's my turn."
Before Zhulan could respond, a figure flashed over.
And wipe it away from her.
She felt only a cool breeze.
The speed is fast. When she sees clearly, Su Qing has moved from her front to her back.
"Dang!"
The spear was also folded into two pieces and fell to the ground.
A strand of Zhulan's hair fell to the ground.
Just above the long gun.
Zhulan could not help swallowing saliva.
If Su Qing wanted to kill her just now.
Just rubbing her shoulders