The artillery shells were about to rain down. With her tiny legs firmly planted on Medusa's forehead, Wusha suddenly flipped backward and landed right behind Medusa's head.
Medusa's mind went completely blank. Wasn't that white-haired stinky girl supposed to suffer the beating alongside her?
Fine! It turned out she, Medusa, was just too naive. The white-haired stinky girl had no intention of taking any blows for free; the one destined to take the beating was always Sheshe alone.
Chapter 588