Kun Yun had Divine Speed Talismans stuck to both knees, so his pace was extraordinarily fast.
When Kun Yun came to Xu Xianrong's side again, he listened intently and could still hear the woman's heavy breathing.
"Still not dead."
Kun Yun was a bit surprised. In his mind, even if she wasn't dead, she was almost a cripple.
He looked over at the battle between Lin Tian and Wang Sijing, which was nearing its end. Especially when he saw Wang Sijing tearing at Lin Tian's clothes, his expression was indescribably odd.
"This woman... so desperate!" Kun Yun thought to himself, amazed that such things were done so openly, especially with Lin Tian covered in blood.
This woman... has quite the taste!
However, Kun Yun, who had dallied with numerous beauties, felt absolutely no interest in Wang Sijing—an average-looking woman who was merely pleasant. Otherwise, he might have indulged himself.
