"Oh! Are you asking me to spare your son as if letting a dog go?"
Ye Qingfeng's wrist didn't stop moving, but a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Xu Qian with interest.
"Yes, yes! Spare my son, just as a kindness, let go a dog..."
Xu Shanhe watched as the longsword continued to turn, with blood continuously seeping from Xu Qian's chest.
After being dazed for a moment.
He submitted in front of Ye Qingfeng.
Calling his own son a dog.
But Xu Shanhe couldn't let his son die.
Blood veins appeared in Xu Shanhe's eyes.
This was also a great insult to him.
If Xu Qian was a dog, then wasn't he an old dog?
"Hiss!"
This scene made Luo Balong and Hong Shanghang, who were following behind Xu Shanhe,
gasp.
Bitterness filled their hearts.
Xu Shanhe's schemes were overwhelming, his means iron-blooded.
But now, in front of Ye Qingfeng, he was bending over and scraping lower,
"Hahaha! Don't you find this childish?"
