"Ah!"
A shrill scream, the fake Ning Mengyao heavily crashed onto several Samurai.
Taking advantage of this gap, Lin Fan had already pulled Xu Zhi Rou and rushed onto the high platform.
He kicked two unsuspecting Samurai straight into the deep abyss.
"You're really ruthless, not even sparing your own wife."
Such a sudden change was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.
Beitiao Qian Naizi sat up in surprise.
Looking at Lin Fan who was now standing in front of the stone coffin.
Her brows were tightly furrowed.
"Ever heard of 'out with the old, in with the new'?"
Lin Fan squinted his eyes, this was the moment he had been waiting for.
"Husband… you can't treat me like this…"
The climbing Ning Mengyao, with tears in her eyes, looked at Lin Fan.
A Samurai had already placed a knife across her snow-white neck.
