What else could Wusha do? She desperately wanted to kick the scoundrel to death, but wouldn't that just prove that she was good for nothing besides brute force?
In the end, the Blood Demon Empress lost to her own competitive spirit. Two magnificent mounds of flesh, nearly as big as Li Lanhao's head, undulated majestically up and down. Wusha stepped back, plumped herself down onto a stone stool, lifted her chin on her hand, and crossed her legs. She had truly fallen into deep self-reflection.
Seeing this, Li Lanhao felt ecstatic inside. *The Fatty Woman got burned!* he thought. *You're still a bit too green to argue with me!*
Chapter 89