When Zhao Su Rou heard this, she almost fainted from anger and lashed at Lan Shan Yu with the whip.
Lan Shanyu raised his hand and flicked out a golden peacock feather, poking it straight at Zhao Surou's face. The whip suddenly changed direction halfway through, knocking off the peacock feather, and Lan Shanyu had already rushed over.
"Bang!" A solid palm hit Zhao Su Rou's shoulder, causing her to slide back three feet. She had to hold on to a tree with a whip to stand firmly, and a drop of blood kept flowing out from the corner of her mouth.
"Master!"
"Uncle Master!
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