章 570: The Prodigal Son, Feng Zhen (III)

Yanrian: "Hahahaha — Zhan Wucha, it feels like Zhang Ping was hurt. The streamer's words were a devastating hit."

Sufei Tangtang: "Cough, cough, cough, although I also want to laugh so badly, Zhang Ping probably doesn't understand what Zhan Wucha means, right?"

Chisude Shuzi: "I hope not, if he understood, he would be gravely hurt. Speaking of which, who isn't inferior in front of the streamer?"

Laugh for Three Days: "Hahaha, please, the person above, your words are too hurtful."

There appeared a bashful smile on Zhang Ping's face. Although his fighting abilities were limited, he has no problem defeating an average person. However, if he meets a difficult foe, he can only lie on the ground and seek emergency help from his lord, then wait and watch his lord defeat numerous foes.

"My lord, why is this person following us?"