"Qingluan, why are you so infatuated with a wanderer?"
Kunpeng didn't seem in a hurry to get rid of Song Yun but stood about five meters opposite Qingluan and asked.
"He is a wanderer, but also a child." Qingluan's face showed an indescribable smile as she looked at the groggy Song Yun and said, "And I just like him."
Kunpeng was about to speak.
Suddenly.
Kunpeng moved a step to the side.
Bam.
A fist!
Slammed directly into the position Kunpeng was at before.
Boom.
The entire ground caved in with a massive indentation, and cracks spread outward from the depression! One can imagine just how powerful that punch was.
"Hmph, child's play."
Kunpeng snorted coldly, moved slightly another small step, then opened his hand and pressed it toward the owner of the fist.
At this moment.
A withered, coffee-colored hand reached over from the side and grabbed Kunpeng's hand.
