My Poised and Elegant Seven Sisters

"it's me."

Ye Fan walked out of the darkness with a slight smile on his mouth.

Song Nanyang was surprised, but it was fleeting, and changed to a face of abuse.

"It's true that there is a way to heaven and you don't go, and there is no way to cast yourself in hell. Ye Fan, although you are only a small person, you are the fuse. My ruin is inextricably linked to you."

"so what?"

"So, you have to die!"

Song Nanyang took a step back and let the two bodyguards take action.

He knew that Ye Fan had been a soldier and had a good skill. He kept a distance to prevent Ye Fan and him from desperately and blood splashing five steps.

"superior!"

Song Nanyang pointed at Ye Fan and gave orders.

However.

There was no movement at all.

Song Nanyang turned his head suspiciously, and saw two bodyguards covering his throat, with eyeballs about to pop out, his mouth widened, looking scary and infiltrating.

"What's wrong with you? What are you doing?"

"Song Dashao, don't count on it. Two of your subordinates have been sealed by me, and they have lost their fighting ability because they can't speak. You are a lonely person, so you should care about yourself."

Ye Fan walked over step by step.

Song Nanyang finally showed a flustered look, grabbed the machete that fell from the commander, and sternly shouted: "Ye Fan, let me spare you tonight. Get out of me immediately, don't wait for me to change my mind."

"stop!"

"I'll say it again, get out at once, or you will die without a place to bury you. There are hundreds of my elites outside. Do you think I can escape if I move?"

Ye Fan sneered: "How can a group of mobs stop me. This Shuiyue Residence, I can come when I want to, and leave when I want to."

Song Nanyang said angrily: "What do you want?"

"No hurry, let me listen to you first." Ye Fan turned on the phone to record. It was Song Nanyang who asked Ding Chunbo to faint and catch Meng Qingyi's words during the day.

"Where did this recording come from..." Song Nanyang was stunned, and then suddenly realized, "I understand, you and Ding Chunbo opened a voice call, you can hear the conversation with him clearly, and I recorded it."

"Ye Fan, you really have a good intention."

"I admit that I do have ideas for Meng Qingyi. She is a very attractive woman. The whole Nanling is rare, so I want to have it. This is not a shameful thing."

Ye Fan squinted slightly, his murderous aura suddenly appeared, and his anger was extreme.

"Not shameful? This kind of madness and madness is not shameful to you, Song Nanyang and Song Nanyang, it seems that you have done too much evil, and you have become accustomed to it. The most disgusting thing is that you are a social scum, He even pretended to be a gentleman and was more despicable and shameless than a villain. Xiang Boyan released you, but your cancer must be sanctioned. You have been domineering for so many years, and you should be held responsible for your mistakes. "

"Take responsibility? What responsibility do I need to bear. There are three or sixty-nine people. I was born noble, and it is only natural to enslave the humble. Ye Fan, what you call justice is just the thought of a small person. It is sad... Ye Fan, I think you are a talent. Kneel down and surrender to me. You will have a great future. Maybe Meng Qingyi will take care of me. Once I am happy to marry her, you will become my brother-in-law. Isn't it beautiful?"

"court death!"

Ye Fan grabbed his chest, took off a button, and ejected with his fingers.

Click.

Song Nanyang's knee was shattered.

He fell to the ground and screamed like a pig.

"Ahhhh, my legs, my knees... Ye Fan! What did you do! You who killed a thousand knives, how dare you move me... You are dying! dying! Meng Qingyi can't live, either. To be played alive by me! There is also Zhong Ling, and Xia Yaoguang, who will be picked up to death by me!"

"puff!"

Another button shot out.

Song Nanyang's other knee was also shattered, and both legs were so scrapped.

"Do not!"

"My legs...ahhh, Ye Fan, little beast, I should have killed you long ago..."

Song Nanyang roared ferociously, staring at Ye Fan bitterly.

Can gradually.

He became frightened and his hair was terrified.

Ye Fan's murderous aura enveloped him, as if he saw the **** of death approaching...No, Ye Fan was the **** of death.

"What are you going to do!"

"Ye Fan, I warn you, it's still too late to stop. If something happens to me, you will definitely die."

"The power of my Song family is so huge, you can't imagine it. You never know, my Song family is terrible."

"I tell you why I was released. It was because of my brother Song Nantian. Do you know the 72nd sect in Zhongzhou! My brother was accepted as a disciple by the lord of a certain sect. His sect is in the center. Jingcheng asked for a secret order that could pardon all crimes. The governor of Qingzhou was so frightened that he forced Xiang Boyan to release me."

Ye Fan stopped and said suspiciously: "Seventy-two Sects in Zhongzhou? Song Nantian? Song Jiaran still has this background, which is interesting. It's a pity that 72 Sects can't save you."

Wow!

Murderous like a waterfall, pouring down and upside down, Song Nanyang felt like a lone boat in the sea, about to capsize at any time.

"Ye Fan, don't..."

"puff."

A finger penetrates the center of the eyebrows.

Ye Fan retracted his hand and wiped the blood from his fingertips.

"Why... why? You, how dare you..."

"Under the whole world, anyone who touches my Nilin will die; and my sister is my Nilin."

Ye Fan looked at Song Nanyang, whose mouth was open and his pupils gradually diminished, with contempt and disdain on his face.

"Your father didn't tell you about Wangjiangtai last night?"

"It's you!"

Song Nanyang's pupils suddenly enlarged, unbelievable, and then deep regret.

Song Zhiyuan mentioned a few things about Wangjiangtai last night, including the word "Ye Fan" and said that he was a martial arts master.

But he didn't care.

Now he understands why Ye Fan is so powerful, a finger pierced his skull! Why did Ye Fan have the guts to kill him!

However, there is no regret medicine in this world.

"Puff."

Song Nanyang fell unwillingly in a pool of blood, convulsed a few times, and there was no sound.

The first generation of eldest son, one of the four young men of Nanling, fell.

Ye Fan's heart was not disturbed.

It's just a young master of the family, kill it and kill it. In his hands, he was once contaminated with the blood of a certain country's royal family.

Even the prince beheaded mercilessly, let alone Song Nanyang, could his life be more noble than the prince?

Turn around and leave.

No trace was left.

A few minutes later, the war outside also ended one after another, and Nangonghan's men and horses all broke the law.

"Master!"

A big man rushed up excitedly and shouted: "Master, the people of Nangonghan have been cut down, Master, you..."

boom!

The voice of the big man stopped abruptly.

Then, the sound of exclamation resounded across the sky.

"Master! Come on, come on, call an ambulance... No, the master died, the master was killed!"

This night, it was destined to be restless.

The news that Song Nanyang was killed could not be concealed at all. It spread to the upper class of Nanling within an hour, like a bomb, exploding the circle.

The impact of this incident is too great.

The first order of Nanling City, Xiang Boyan led the investigation in person overnight.

at the same time.

The Song family was enveloped by a strong atmosphere of sadness, and Song Zhiyuan cried loudly. He couldn't believe that his son would be killed.

"My son!"

"Who killed you on earth? I want to frustrate him, punish his nine tribes, and kill all of them, my son!"

Song Zhiyuan's eyes are splitting.

puff.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Song Zhiyuan finally could not bear it and fell down, being hugged by Song Zhishu in time.

"Second."

"Brother, you say."

Song Zhiyuan clung to Song Zhishu's collar, and shouted ferociously: "Catch the murderer, catch the murderer, and avenge Nanyang."

"Well, eldest brother, you should sleep for a while, don't hurt your body. Leave the rest to me."

Song Zhiyuan was unconscious on the spot.

Song Zhishu ordered him to be sent to the hospital for recuperation.

At the same time, someone in power came to report back: "Second Lord, there is news from the Public Security Department that there are only Nanyang, two bodyguards, and traces of the commander under Nangong Han in the attic. There is no fifth person."

"Sure?!"

"Yes, Xiang Boyan personally verified that there will be no fakes. It is certain that the leader of Nangong Han killed Nanyang. It is a pity that they are all killed now, and there is no proof."

Song Zhishu said coldly: "If you want any proof, since it was caused by Nangonghan, let him pay for his life."

Suddenly, all those in power in the Song family were alarmed.

"Second Lord, what do you mean?"

"Since the Nangong family has done this, why should we hide and tuck it, and immediately spread the news of Nangonghan's murder of Nanyang. Our Song family, take a good fight with the Nangong family."

Some people in power worry: "Second Lord, think twice. I don't want to be aspirational to destroy my own prestige. In fact, the strength of our Song family is one point worse than that of the Nangong family."

Song Zhishu squinted coldly, and said with a cold snort, "Don't worry, you guys, my son will return to the family soon."

"Master Nantian?"

"good."

Those in power were overjoyed, mixed with excitement.

"Young Master Nantian comes back, that will naturally have a deterrent. Well, our Song family will fight the Nangong family. This time, in any case, Nangonghan will pay for his life."