Fang Tianlei was shocked and had not had time to react.

Suddenly the light flashed in front of him, followed by a chilling sound in his ear, accompanied by a severe pain in his lower body that tore his heart and lungs in an indescribable position.

“Ahhh -!!” Fang Tianlei screamed and fell under his crotch.

The intense pain kept him rolling, his forehead sweating down.

“You… you…” he roared like a trapped beast, his whole body pouring, trying to kill Mu Yan at all costs.

However, his attacks are not yet awaited.

Mu Yan had lifted his feet and stepped down towards Fang Tianlei.

Kala--! Kala--!

After two or three successive bone breaks, the body of Fang Tianlei seems to have stopped.

His body continued to twitch and his hands, which had fallen under his crotch, were crushed from beneath his wrist, including the metacarpals of his phalanges.

Not to mention his grandson Root, which this time was real and completely wasted.

Fang Tianlei's eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to make a scream, but his voice could not be called out at all.

It's like a stranded, dying fish that can't even breathe anymore.

Muyan stood high and looked at Fang Tianlei in horror. He smiled slowly. "Is it fun to spoil a woman? Listen, is it fun for a woman to scream and ask for mercy? ”

Fang Tianlei trembled for a moment, his throat clicked, “Forgive me... Forgive me...”

“Well, since it's so much fun, go to hell and play with those ghosts you killed! ”

The voice had just fallen, and a long sword appeared in the palm of Muyan's hand sometime.

The sword flashed, without hesitation piercing Fang Tianlei's heart.

Fang Tianlei didn't even say a word, his eyes turned white and his life whispered.

There was a dead silence in the room.

Wei Zilei even forgot to cry. She glanced at the reddish eyes and looked at Mu Yan. She also looked at the breathless Fang Tianlei. Open her mouth. She couldn't even send out a syllable for half a day.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

There was sudden rhythmic applause in the room.

Mu Yan turned around and saw that Ning Yuqing, instead of being angry, laughed with appreciation and applauded.

Just those squinty eyes reveal the glow of greed and evil.

“No wonder there's a forged ninth grade cultivation, so rampant. ”

Ning Yuqing walked to Mu Yan one step at a time. Her eyes were red fruit from her eyebrows and picturesque face. She crossed her delicately elongated neck. She had a delicate body. The lust in her eyes was almost overflowing.

“Very good, very good. Young Master Ben is getting more and more satisfied with you. ”

Ning Yuqing said that the liquor that was placed on the table had appeared in his hands as he grabbed it in the air.

He smiled as Wen Wenliao handed the glass to Mu Yan. “Master Ben gives you another chance to drink this drink and climb over to serve Master Ben. Master Ben promises to save your life even as a stove, and from now on, you will have tremendous prosperity and prosperity. ”

This wine is the hallmark of Tianxiang Tower.

It's a bit of a rush to make a virtuous girl obey.

But I prefer not to use it.

'Cause he enjoyed the way those women screamed and desperately begged for forgiveness under his humiliation.

However, when he saw Muang today, his whole body of blood boiled.

This young girl not only has a great look, she has a great gift.

More importantly, she has a charm that is haunting and irresistible.