"Hiss..." By the time the onlookers realized what had happened, they saw Song Tao lying on the ground with his nose in his hands, wailing in pain. He could not bear Zhang Song's powerful blow. In front of him, he was like a piece of paper free to play with. Pain, unbearable pain, heart-rending pain, like thousands of worms tearing at his body. It was an unexplainable pain.
"Even though I can't do anything to you, I can make you wail like a dead dog," Zhang Song said in a cold and emotionless tone as he looked at Mu Xinyi with loving eyes and veins. It wasn't that he didn't have a temper, but he wasn't easily angry. Even though he hated trouble, it wasn't that he was afraid of trouble. Mu Xinyi was his sore spot and no one could lay a finger on his sore spot.
"Last time I touched your fin
