The sword was dripping with blood, but the human face was very calm.

This man's sword has given people a feeling like the King of Hell.

Feng Wuhen said in a very gentle tone: "I really don't like killing people, especially women, but now I seem to have no choice."

A helpless sigh rang in the yard and in the heart of beef soup.

For the first time, she felt so close to death.

The sigh sounded, and the wind was like a storm, heading straight for the beef soup.

Feng Wuhen's face was calm and cold.

When he moved, the yard was full of murderous aura.

The temperature of the world dropped sharply.

The sword arrived like lightning.
Chapter completed!