Not very harmful, but very insulting.

Sun Houqian became angry on the spot.

"I'll let you pretend!"

Sun Houqian waved the big iron rod and hit Meng Hao hard again.

Meng Hao still turned slightly sideways and used his back to meet the opponent's iron rod.

"Well, this blow looks good, keep going!" Meng Hao praised.

Sun Houqian frowned and frowned. He felt that he might have suffered from a mental illness today.

"Take a stick from my old grandson!"

Sun Houqian yelled and jumped up to hit Meng Hao.

Meng Hao did not dodge or evade, and continued to use his back to force the attack.

"Well, feel comfortable, come again!" Meng Hao encouraged.

At this moment, Sun Houqian was a little confused.

The man in front of me is not only mentally abnormal, but also physically strong and terrifying.

Such a heavy iron rod hit my body, and instead of vomiting blood, I felt very comfortable.

Could it be that he regarded his attack as a massage?

grass!
Chapter completed!