Elder Beihan curled up at the foot of the house. He looked at the figure walking around with a black knife, spitting blood and contaminating the rat's whispering clothes, and grinning:

"It's really the younger generation pushing the older generation. Compared to you, I have lived to be a dog for most of my life. I never thought that I was humiliated by your little girl that day.

In order to protect your face and make compromises, the seeds of today's destruction were planted.

Within half a year, he practiced his divine claws to this level.

Chen Qiu, it was me who underestimated you.

I will not blame you for losing. Even when I am in full swing, I am afraid I will no longer be your opponent. Just kill it with one knife, just treat it as a decent person and don’t humiliate me anymore.”

He closed his eyes and tried to maintain his non-existent majesty.

He raised his head and closed his eyes to die.

But what came was not the cold blade light, but a handkerchief with fragrance.

He was placed on the neck of Elder Beihan and wiped away the miserable blood. The old man opened his eyes and saw Chen Qiu squatting in front of him.

Those clear eyes looked at him, and there was a hint of warm light in his eyes.

"It's especially unsightly to kill enough people tonight. If you kill you, I can't explain to Zhang Lan that I still have to take care of my brothers' feelings.

However, Elder Beihan, you lost."

He said:
Chapter completed!