But now, Ye Hao acted as if he was going to kill him if he didn't speak, which made Wanyan, who had always been confident, feel extremely terrified.

"What? A scholar can be killed but not humiliated?"

Ye Hao looked at Wanyanhen who was extremely entangled at the moment, and opened his mouth lightly.

"In this regard, you are not as good as your father."

"After your father failed that year, he still knew how to endure hardships. Three years later, three years later."

"And after you failed, not only did you deny it, but also sent yourself to a dead end for a moment of pride."

"It seems that you are not as good as your father!"

Wanyan hates the corners of his eyes twitching, hesitating inwardly.

Ye Hao continued to press: "You think that after you die, your father will avenge you, but if I'm not wrong, you have other brothers and sisters."

"Your death, for them, has cleared away the obstacles to their superiors."

"At that time, in order to preserve their strength, not only would they not seek revenge from me, they might even make you a complete history."

"Your death is insignificant and worthless, what a pity..."

Having said that, Ye Hao slowly lowered the long knife of the island country in his hand.

The sharp point of the knife pierced Wanyan Hen's skin, and the sharp pain made him completely calm down.

People have dignity, pride, and face in their lifetime.

But the problem is, death is nothing!

After his death, everything that originally belonged to him will be completely divided up.

Wanyan hated such a person, how could she be willing! ?

The next moment, he gritted his teeth slightly and said in a deep voice, "Let him go!"

"I'll let you go now!"

Ye Hao slowly withdrew the long knife of the island country in his hand.

After Wan Yanhen gave Ye Hao a complicated look, he took out a mobile phone from his closet, and quickly dialed a number.

Soon, a voice with a bit of an island taste came from the opposite side: "Young Master Wanyan, what instructions do you have?"

"Miyamoto Sakura, bring Zheng Man'er back! Hurry up!"

Wan Yanhen almost screamed.

Hearing the name Miyamoto Sakura, Ye Hao frowned slightly. He instinctively felt a little familiar, but he still said lightly: "Miss Miyamoto, right? Sorry, I'm Ye Hao."

"I'm here to warn you, Zheng Man'er has something to do, and Wan Yanhen has something to do."

"Do you understand me?"

On the other side of the phone, there seemed to be a slight pause, and then there was a soft laugh.

It's just that the laughter sounds so weird, it seems like a wandering ghost from hell has been hit by someone, with a foolish raving. JrNovels.com