Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

But Fan Tianluo didn't appreciate such a man, if he dared to kill her, he had to be prepared to pay the price.

"Grandpa Patriarch, it's fine if he doesn't say anything, but I want to vent my anger." Fan Tianluo looked at Ding Yinglie very aggrieved.

Ding Yinglie thought that Fan Tianluo had been lying injured for two days, and he didn't know if he had recovered from the injury. He also looked at He Fanzi's dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and felt a little annoyed, so he couldn't help but nodded.

"Thank you, grandpa, the owner."The corner of Fan Tianluo's mouth curled up, but a tyrannical look flashed in his eyes immediately.

As the words fell, a silver light flashed out of his hand. He Fanzi was shocked and wanted to block it, but he didn't dare to move when he saw Ding Yinglie's palm.

Immediately, several places all over the body felt a sharp pain, and the profound energy in the meridians was immediately imprisoned.

Panic flashed in He Fanzi's eyes, but he still snorted coldly, thinking that Fan Tianluo just wanted to vent his anger. His body is not to say that it is a diamond body, but it is still tolerable for a little girl's strength.

Seeing him like this, Fan Tianluo turned to Ding Yinglie and said, "Grandpa Patriarch, you should sit down and watch, it may take some time."

Ding Yinglie didn't know why, but he also knew that Fantianluo had imprisoned He Fanzi with a silver needle in his hand, and he was secretly shocked, but considering that Fantianluo is an alchemist and knows the acupuncture points on the human body like the back of his hand, this is not surprising.

"Xiaoluo, what do you want to do?" Ding Yinglie went to a stool and sat down.

"Grandpa Patriarch, although he refuses to identify Li Jiazhuang, we have to let Li Jiazhuang know that we are not easy to mess with, right?" Fan Tianluo showed a smile on his face, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand.

Ding Yinglie was stunned for a moment, then nodded, thinking that this girl was very thoughtful, if she killed He Fanzi all at once, Li Jiazhuang would not be surprised, would she send someone to kill her grandson again?

The only thing that can stop them is to scare them and let them know that Dingjiazhuang is not easy to mess with, but what can they do to shock that old fox Li Mingjiang?

He Fanzi snorted coldly, watching Fan Tianluo walking slowly with a dagger in hand.

"He Fanzi, you are lucky to let this girl spend my time on you, but don't blame me after you die. I have no choice but to hide your friends outside, so I have to kill chickens and scare monkeys. Let them know the consequences of offending this girl, I believe they will never forget it." Fan Tianluo is so sure because there are many people outside the room waiting to watch the fun, after all, there is a lot of movement in this room, and how can a cunning person like Li Qianshan Will there be anyone who watches over He Fanzi?

"You, what do you want to do?" He Fanzi was frightened by her gloomy tone.

Fan Tianluo stretched out his hand suddenly, took He Fanzi's fan-holding hand abnormally, and slowly threw his fan on the bed, raised his head and smiled at the inexplicable He Fanzi: "This hand is well maintained. .”

After saying that, Fan Tianluo waved the dagger in the other hand, and a bloody light sprayed out.

"Ah!" A shrill scream sounded suddenly, and He Fanzi saw that a finger was missing from his hand.

"Ah!" Immediately afterwards, the second finger also flew out, and He Fanzi trembled in pain, but could not move.

Ding Yinglie stared at this scene with wide-eyed eyes, and suddenly a gust of wind blew past his back, making his hairs stand on end.

"what!"

"what!"..