Cao Fenglin screamed, her eyes and nose hurt hotly, and her eyes were blood-red.

The big men saw that Cao Fenglin's head was smashed by a large porcelain urn, and a head of hot soup was drenched, and they were about to pounce on her immediately.

"Don't move!"

The girl's voice was cold and clear to everyone's ears.

A sharp stalk of broken porcelain rested against Cao Fenglin's neck.

A big man has to go forward.

"Thorn—"

The girl's hand towards

"Wuling Chunshao" 161 Helping hands are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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