"*Cough cough*... Won't anyone ask for my opinion?"
Lin Fan's voice drifted over.
It also carried with it a whiff of blood.
Miao Cuihua instinctively wanted to turn back.
But her neck was already in Lin Fan's grasp.
That overwhelming strength was suffocating.
For the first time, she felt fear.
Especially those eyes staring straight at her, they seemed to be a deep, bloody red.
At this moment, she finally understood the devil that the Heavenly Master had mentioned.
"Lin Fan, don't hurt my grandmother!"
Li Qiqi, unable to move, shouted loudly.
After all, the thick blood of kinship made it unbearable for her to witness her grandmother die at the hands of her beloved.
"I won't hurt her, just warning her a little,"
Lin Fan said to Li Qiqi with a light smile.
Then he turned back again.
