62: C62 Kill Them All

C62 Kill Them All

"Chen?" A fierce look emerged in Lan Zhifeng's eyes, "You don't want to give such a precious herb to your father, but to give it to a wild man outside? This is ridiculous!"2

He was furious, but when he saw Lan Xinrann's stubborn face and her hand that came out to ask for something, his face turned cold.

"Do you think you can take these two precious herb away from me? You have no conscience. I raised you up, and in the end, you betrayed me!"

After Lan Zhifeng finished speaking, he threw the two stalks of precious herb into his spirit bag, as if this was how it should be.

"Let me tell you, if you want to take these two stalks of spirit medicine from me, you should go and cultivate for a few more years! Don't look at how you have awakened your spiritual vein. Even if you cultivate for another ten years, you still won't be my match!"

Lan Xinrann gritted her teeth and resolutely said, "Today, you must take out these two stalks of precious herb. Even if you kill me, I will still make you put them down!"

As she spoke, she clenched her fists tightly. Her nails pierced through her skin and traces of blood flowed out from the gaps between her fingers.

Lan Zhifeng's mood was a little better after obtaining the precious herb, but he was still a person with a hot temper. " Hmph! Don't think that I won't dare to kill you. As long as I kill you, I'll find a few more women. I can give birth to a large number of offspring. Since you ask so, then as a father, I... I will fulfill your unfilial daughter's wish! "

As soon as he finished speaking, a trace of terrifying energy condensed on his palm, causing the entire room to tremble.

An enormous pressure was released from Lan Zhifeng's body.

"Get lost!" Lan Zhifeng's expression was ferocious.

Lan Xinrann desperately tried to stop him, "I will not leave even if I die!"

Lan Zhifeng sneered, "Then you can go and die."

When the energy in his palm was condensed to the maximum, a childish and angry voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"If you attack with this palm, you might lose your life! Lan Xinrann is my woman, you dare to bully her?"

Who was it?

Lan Zhifeng turned his head and saw a young figure stepping into the room.

When he saw the four year old child, Lan Zhifeng immediately had a contemptuous smile on his face. "I thought it was someone, but it turns out to be a child. What's wrong? Don't tell me you don't want to live anymore? You want to die too? It doesn't matter. I can fulfill your wish! "

"Chen!"

Lan Xinrann, who was in extreme despair, originally planned to die. She did not expect Ye Chen's familiar voice to come over, causing her face to reveal a look of joy.

She immediately ran over and hugged Ye Chen.

"Chen? This child is the man you mentioned?"

Lan Zhifeng looked confused. He thought Chen was a man just now, but why did he become such a young child now?

Could it be that this was the son of a b * tch that Lan Xinrann and other men gave birth to?

Lan Zhifeng's expression was fierce. He didn't care, "I'm telling you, get out of my way. I'm leaving. If you dare to speak nonsense again, watch me slap you to death!"

Lan Zhifeng, who was at the peak of the Spirit Root Stage, had absolute confidence in himself. This four year old child, just his aura alone was enough to shock him to death.

However, just as he was about to regain his strength in his palm, a tall and thin figure walked in from the outside.

When Lan Zhifeng saw this figure, he immediately stopped talking. The energy condensed in his hand instantly dissipated into nothingness.

This person was the right-hand man of Sword City Lord, Mo Lee.

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