Chapter 3639
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"I can't find out. They're guarding the place so tightly that no one is allowed to get close." Leng Hua said. As soon as he finished speaking, an angry voice came from outside.
"Is it you? Just because my sister offended you yesterday, you're going to kill her? You're so cruel! Why don't you kill us as well?! "
Hearing the angry voice outside, Fengjiu raised her eyebrows and stood up, saying: "Let's go! Let's go out and take a look. "
Seeing that she was clearly curious about this matter, Leng Hua and Leng Shuang looked at each other, then followed her outside.
At this time, a man outside was cursing at Du Fan. If it weren't for the two guards holding him back, he would have stepped forward and attacked. Du Fan, on the other hand, only had a smile on his face as he stared at the man. The fan in his hand was fanning himself from time to time.
If it weren't for his master's orders not to cause trouble in this village, he would have kicked this man out of the village for daring to point at his nose and scold him.
"Master." Seeing his master come out from the corner of his eye, Du Fan hurriedly put away the fan in his hand and took a step back.
When the man saw the beautiful woman in red come out, he couldn't continue his cursing and his face turned red.
At this time, the middle-aged man heard the commotion and rushed over. When he found out that his son had run over to those people and cursed, his heart suddenly sank.
He had already lost a daughter, and he didn't want anything to happen to his son.
"Yi 'er! Is this how your father taught you? Why haven't you apologized to these people yet?! " The middle-aged man shouted in a low voice. It had only been a morning, but he looked haggard and tired.
"Father, there's no one else in this village. If it wasn't them, who else could it be?" The man was unwilling to apologize. In his heart, he was certain that it was them. Apart from them, there were only ordinary people in this village. How could they have killed his sister?!
Although the middle-aged man was grieving over the loss of his daughter, he hadn't lost his mind. These people's strength was unfathomable, and each of them had an extraordinary bearing. Although he had his suspicions, he didn't dare to jump to conclusions without evidence.
"Did you see us do it?" Du Fan squinted his eyes and stared at the man. "Or is it just your guess? There's no one else here, so apart from you, it must be us? What kind of twisted logic is that? "
He paused, then snorted: "If we wanted to kill you, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble." As soon as he said that, a wave of pressure came out, and the man immediately knelt down with a plop.
"Ah!"
There was mud, sand, and stones on the ground. When the man suddenly knelt down heavily, his knees knocked into the sand and stones. He immediately let out a low cry and sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Young master, please be merciful. It's my son's recklessness." The middle-aged man quickly pleaded.
Fengjiu raised his hand, and Du Fan withdrew his pressure. The man only felt the pressure on his body disappear, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath. His face was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Too strong! That pressure made him unable to resist at all. Who exactly were these people?
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