With a turn just now, Yin Yan just grazed his shoulder, cutting through his flesh.

Feng Jiuli glanced at the blood seeping out of the middle-aged man's shoulder, and after making sure that the blood flow was not large and the wound was not deep, he opened his mouth coldly.

"How? Admit it or not...

"The Waste Material Ruffian is a Little Fierce" 841.What are you laughing at! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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