Mr. Dong sighed, his expression still as steady as Mount Tai.

But he put his fist behind him, his nails inserted into his palms, and a faint bloodstain flowed out.

...

In the room.

Meng Yongyi sat firmly on Diaoyutai, with a calm and confident expression.

Scream~

The door was pushed open, Jiang Shang walked in and asked first:

"Meng Yongyi, you've been in trouble! Just surrender."

After saying that, he gave up his birth position.

Mr. Dong walked in step by step, as if an active volcano that had been accumulated for ten thousand years was brewing the wrath of heaven and earth.

Bang!

The door suddenly closed.

Mr. Dong's robe was windless. When he reached out and grabbed it, he saw a transparent wind blade condensed into a void and was tightly held in his hand.

Snap!

With a casual finger, it seemed that even the air was cut and broken by the wind blade, and a knife mark about a stubborn length of about a stubborn person was drawn on the floor.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Chapter completed!