Compared to Lin Yichen, Wu Zhangkong was even more dumbfounded. At that moment, he only felt a black shadow flash by, followed by a familiar fragrance drifting into his nose.
Then, he was beaten!
For a split second, he didn't even know who had hit him. Before he could snap out of it and see who his attacker was, a figure lunged at him, and a pair of soft little iron fists rained down upon him.
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