"Bang!"

Another loud noise, Ye Fan groaned and smashed his body on a coffee table.

The coffee table shattered with a clang, and Ye Fan was covered in glass fragments, covered in scars.

A trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

Tang Qiqi shouted: "Brother-in-law!"

There were tears in her eyes, and she never expected that she would become Ye Fan's weakness.

She was both happy and angry. It was because her brother-in-law cared about her, and it was because of her incompetence.

Li Dayong struggled and half-kneeled on the ground: "Ye Fan, go..." Ye Fan licked his lips: "Uncle Yong, Qiqi, I'm fine."

"It's almost dead, it's okay?"

Miyamoto Saburo said coldly: "You are good at your skills and should have reached the Xuan Realm and peak state. Maybe I can't do anything to you."

"It's a pity that the energy and spirit are wasted on several useless people."

He slowly walked towards Ye Fan: "This is destined to die tonight."
Chapter completed!