Lu Chengfeng was nearly knocked senseless, sparks flew from his forehead, and a large lump swelled up. He was somewhat annoyed and indignant, "Xiang Qingchi, don't go too far."
Bang!
Another whip, this time directly aimed at his lower body.
Lu Chengfeng broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly used Kun Roc Wings to dodge it.
"Stop, stop, stop, if you keep doing this, you'll never see your mother again in this lifetime."
Xiang Qingchi looked at him coldly, suddenly clenched her fist, and then punched forward fiercely.
Lu Chengfeng knew the rage in her heart was overwhelming, and he actually intended to let her vent it. After all, this matter was indeed his fault—sleeping with her mother, then killing her, and still wanting to sleep with her daughter.
No matter how you put it, he was a naked scumbag and a murderer.
