"Don't hit me anymore, don't hit me anymore. I was wrong. Please spare me, don't hit me anymore. " Very quickly, Zeng fanjian could no longer make a sound. He laid on the ground like a dead dog, begging for mercy.
"You've given in so quickly. " Ling Chuxi looked at Zeng fanjian in disdain. The willpower of the disciples of the heaven region's aristocratic families was indeed a little weak. She had only displayed half of her finger technique and the other party had actually opened his mouth to beg for mercy.
"I was wrong, don't hit me anymore, don't hit me anymore." Zeng fanjian was in so much pain that he sucked in a breath of cold air. He hated himself so much that he wanted to take a sword and slit his own throat. How could he still be unyielding?
"Forget it, just stop." Seeing that Ling yixiao and the others were almost done venting their anger, Ling Chuxi waved her hand and said.