Qian Yichun's mouth hit the edge of the table.

All of the front teeth were knocked away on the spot.

Qian Yichun let out a wailing sound from his throat.

Wang Han kicked again, and Qian Yichun's side face fell heavily on the edge of the table.

Half of the teeth broke, and the same was done, and another kick was taken.

Three feet!

Qian Yichun's mouth was broken all the teeth!

Sticky blood and saliva dripped down from the corners of his mouth!

My mind was stained with clarity on the spot.

Qian Yichun wanted to cover his mouth subconsciously, but his hands were not in control and he slapped himself in the face.

"Collaborating with aliens, harming compatriots, servile and slapping inside and outside! These are all evidences of crimes! The crime should be punished!

Qian Yichun!

The Soul-Returning Night in Seven Days! Remember to teach your grandson carefully after you get home. Some things are better not to do!"

There were already shouts of killing outside.

All the guests looked out.

But when he saw a handsome young man trying hard to show his skills, he rushed towards him, and flew over and hit his knee violently, and he ended up with a person facing him.

After landing, he was still half kneeling on the ground, covering his forehead with one hand and spreading his hand back, not forgetting to make his shape.

Qian Yichun glared at Wang Han, and a crackling sound made in his throat. He was dizzy when he was kicked by the three kicks just now, and asked subconsciously.

"Who are you?"

Wang Han raised the Dragon Suppression Order!

"Zhenlong Pavilion service!
Chapter completed!