Chapter: 1480
He sees it openly.
It was originally a world, but gradually gained fame and wealth, and even gradually forgot the most fundamental things, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.
In his mind, he suddenly thought of Lin Yuzhen.
This kind girl has the most genuine kindness, so she is very suitable to be the Jiang family's daughter-in-law.
"Stinky boy, you really have vision,"
Jiang Daoran leaned on the chair and closed his eyes tiredly. Jiang Hai immediately picked up the cloak and covered him, "This little girl is as kind as your mother."
He fell asleep while talking, and Jiang Hai didn't disturb him.
These days, Jiang Daoran hasn't slept well.
He closed the door lightly, then backed out, standing at the door and waiting quietly.
"Young Master? Serve Ershan Ran Fuyi Shut up? You are sure to be fine."
...
At that time.
Outside the teahouse!
On the ground, blood flowed like rivers!
Almost all the masters of the Chang family were killed by Jiang Ning!
At this moment, Jiang Ning was holding a person's throat in his hand, and his fingers were violently exerting force��
Click!
The crisp sound of bones breaking made Chang Zaiyuan's heart beat violently!
"This...how is this possible?"
"How can you be so strong!"
Chang Zaiyuan yelled, his face full of horror, "Impossible!"
That is a master level master, not an ordinary master level master, comparable, but in front of Jiang Ning, what is the difference with those ordinary chickens and dogs?
"Great master?"
Jiang Ning tossed it casually, like throwing rubbish, and directly threw the master-level master aside, "I don't know how many I killed!"
He is the God of War in the East, and he wants to protect the East. If he doesn't even have this bit of strength, what a fart he is to protect!
"thump!"
The corpse hit the ground heavily, soft like a puddle of mud.
Chang Zaiyuan's complexion was a little pale, and he couldn't help taking two steps back, Jiang Ning is too scary!
What level is he at?
Even masters at the grand master level pose no threat to him? JrNovels.com