Thinking of the harsh words left by Ye Fan, Ouyang Xuanxuan felt a chill while she couldn't say anything.

Nangong Zixiong agreed: "Yes, yes, he said he would pay back the blood debt. You carry the coffin and we burn it."

"It's crazy enough."

Ouyang Wuji, who had always been calm, smiled angrily: "Even my daughter wants to burn it, who gave him the courage and courage?"

Nangong Fu also sneered:

"Carrying the coffin? Burn you? Liu Fugui's favor?"

"On the contrary, he and the Liu family are better than death if they are in our hands."

He also showed an angry look, thinking that Ye Fan was too rampant.

"Uncle, there is a very powerful personal expert in the field."

Nangong Zixiong reminded: "All grandmother Changsun was injured by her punch."

"Yes, dad, that female thug is very good."

Ouyang Xuanxuan also resented Yuan Qingyi: "Dozens of people can't stop me, and Zixiong and I were also broken."

"Does of people can't stop me, so I'll call hundreds and thousands of people to come."

"Grandma Changsun is not an opponent, so I will spend 100 million and ask the president of Jincheng Wumeng to take action!"

Ouyang Wuji put away the white fan with a snap, and the fierce murderous intent of the superiors showed on his face:

"I asked President Wu to lead 800 children to siege her to see how many three-headed and six-armed ones she has to resist..."
Chapter completed!