When Wei Shaobin's smile became playful, the short-haired woman squinted her eyes and gave Ye Hao a thumbs up.

"I've seen a lot of people who don't know how to write dead characters."

"This is the first time I've seen a person with the word death tattooed on his forehead!"

"Just like you, you still say you are a dragon? Do you think you are going to the Entertainment Palace to become a dragon?"

"A person like you who doesn't even know your own depth, what right do you have to babble in front of me?"

The short-haired woman pursed her lips and opened her mouth.

"I order you now to abolish your own hands and cut off your own tongue!"

"I can decide not to kill you!"

"Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

For a woman with short hair, she has seen too many elders and sons.

There are countless young and old who trampled to death.

Although Ye Hao looks awesome, in her cognition, she is indeed no different from an ant.

Ye Hao put down the Ru Kiln teacup in his hand, and said calmly: "Okay, stop talking nonsense."

"Since you want to die so much, let's do it."

"I'll see you on your way."

"you--"

Hearing that Ye Hao still didn't know whether he was alive or not under such circumstances, the short-haired woman sneered, and directly stimulated her inner breath, kicking towards Ye Hao's direction with a volley.

Her movements were sharp and decisive, and contained an unspeakable killing intent, and her purpose was simple and direct, that is to kick Ye Hao to the ground with one kick.

She wanted Ye Hao to know clearly how bleak it would be if he yelled at her, with Wei Shaobin, and with Ning Xiaoyao.

Seeing the short-haired woman make a move, Wei Shaobin held up his teacup and said calmly, "Don't kill me in one go."

"Ning Shao likes to play games, you should know that?"

The short-haired woman sneered when she heard the words, and withdrew her strength a bit, but still carried an incomparably fierce demeanor.

In the air, the sound of explosions continued, as if a tsunami was erupting.

A dozen or so masters under Wei Shaobin's subordinates looked at this scene with sneering expressions on their faces.

Obviously, they felt that Ye Hao must be dead!

"Yanjing's level is not that high."

Unexpectedly, Ye Hao waved his hand indifferently at the moment, and slapped it lightly.

The palm wind whistles, seemingly relaxed and freehand, but in fact it is like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

In the next moment, Ye Hao's palm directly hit the short-haired woman's jade leg.

"Snapped--" JrNovels.com