"Very good."

An Tianlie pulled the blade off Lin Mohan's neck, hooked his mouth and showed a trace of triumph on his face.

"Kneel down for your own woman, affectionate and meaningful, is a man. However, you and I are doomed to be enemies, either you die or I die. So today, you must die!"

Speaking, he suddenly waved a sword and pointed to Xiao Yang's neck.

"That's it. Keep this position still. Let me cut off your head to pay tribute to my brother's spirit in heaven! uuuuuuuuuuu

An Tian laughed wickedly.'If you dare to move it, I promise, my sword will cut your woman's throat in the first...