The scattered broken hair fell from the sky by the sea like black silk rain.

Although there was a distance, Ye Fan could still smell the familiar fragrance.

Ye Fan's heart was as solid as stone, and for some reason he felt a sense of confusion.

"Ye Fan, aren't you very capable?

Take action."

Lin Qiuling laughed wildly: "I think you will kill me, how will you face Ruoxue and the others?"

Since she came to the door, she has been pressing and rubbing against Ye Fan, how can she let Ye Fan overpower her?

Even if she loses completely today, she will still despise Mark mentally.

"Kill you, I really don't know how to face them."

Ye Fan's eyes suddenly became deep: "But if I don't kill you, how can I face the people around me?"

He must never let Lin Qiuling go again.

"Pa—" Tang Ruoxue rushed over and bit Ye Fan's wrist: "Let go!"

The pain was extremely severe, and with hot tears, Ye Fan's palms were slightly loose.

He was about to shake off Tang Ruoxue's dead hand when he saw a figure flashing away.

Song Wansan stood behind Lin Qiuling like a phantom.

When his hands moved wrongly, there was a click.

He broke Lin Qiuling's neck: "It's over!"

In his indifferent voice, Song Wansan cut off Lin Qiuling's life.

Lin Qiuling's head tilted, her eyes widened, and she fell to the ground dead.
Chapter completed!