Hearing Larilo's rebellious words, Zhao Ji stood there quietly, not saying a word for a moment.
She watched Larilo, just quietly watched her.
Yet Larilo, as if deliberately provoking Zhao Ji, had a face full of indifference that was captivating.
The next second!
With a loud "bang!"
Larilo's whole body was suddenly hit as if by a mud truck traveling at 200 kilometers per hour, and she was sent flying at a speed faster than lightning could cover one's ears!
"Wow!" She fell headfirst into a sand dune, clutching her chest, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
After spitting it out, her complexion visibly paled.
Clutching her chest, with bloodshot eyes, she looked up at Zhao Ji not far away, her eyes full of resentment, "Zhao Ji, is this all you're capable of?"
"If you have the ability, kill me!"
Hearing Larilo's words, Zhao Ji slowly stepped forward.
Her strides seemed short, but with a single step, she closed the distance and was immediately by Larilo's side.
