The Return of the Un

Even if Qin Yi were the son of Heaven himself, he'd still get a beating.,Before me stood a woman of striking beauty. Her oval face was pale and smooth, without a hint of makeup. Her features were delicate yet elegant, refined without being common.,To my frustration, this guy somehow managed to strike me on the waist. In an instant, I felt all my energy drained away. My signature grappling techniques became useless.。