The powerful force blew Fluctlight away and hit the rockery next to it heavily.
"Bang." Yaoguang fell from the rockery, and a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Yaoguang's mouth, slowly dripping into the ground.
It hurts, all the bones in my body hurt.
Just one slap made her almost feel more hurt and injured than when she faced the black dragon...
The condensed breath all over the body was shattered by this slap, and it was almost impossible to form.
This...this...
Is this because she is too weak, or is this Misty Blood Emperor too strong...
Yao Guangqiang held onto the rockery behind her, took a deep breath to suppress the sweetness in her throat, and slowly raised her head to look at the man in red, who was surrounded by people who were extremely resentful of her.
A woman, a woman who looks radiant and bright, with an almost alluring appearance.
At this time, the woman looked at her, the anger and hatred in her eyes almost distorting her charming face.
Hate, that is hate through her...
"Beiming's daughter? Little bitch, I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you are just a little bitch born of a bitch, a worthless ant, and the filthiest human being." The woman in red looked full of hatred and contempt.
Looking at Fluctlight, those sarcastic words were almost like knives.
This woman was so vicious to her, Yaoguang thought that he had never seen this woman before, so the only possibility was that this was the grudge between her parents.
She was born a bitch? She didn’t scold her father but only her mother. Is it because of the hatred of Nyonya?
"Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to insult my mother?" Yaoguang raised his eyebrows, and there was boundless sharpness rising from his cold and watery indifference.
It's okay to scold her, but it's not allowed to call her mother.
"The bitch who robbed a man should be scolded. She is a bitch, so what if I scolded her? What can you do to me? Bitch, bitch, the little bitch born by a bitch, both of you.
Bitch, bitch..." Upon hearing this, the woman in red's anger almost flowed towards Yaoguang like a tide.
All the self-respect of his own identity was lost.
Yaoguang's lungs almost exploded when he heard it.
Taking a deep breath, Yao Guang's cold eyes looked at the woman in red with hatred on her face. Suddenly, she broke into laughter and laughed mockingly: "It turns out that he was defeated by my mother's hands. No wonder he is so mean and cunning.
Since my mother is the winner, I must also be generous. To stand up to a loser would be to lose my identity."