Kachaa!
His palm suddenly clenched, breaking He Ning's neck.
He threw her body on the ground.
He santai took out the corpse powder and sprinkled it on her body.
The corpse was rotting, bubbling with blood, and a strong stench was coming out.
From the beginning to the end.
His face was cold and he didn't say a word.
At this moment.
Xiao ran came out of the secret passage and saw that more than half of He Ning's body had rotted away. He looked at he santai and saw his cold face and vicious eyes.
His face was full of sarcasm.
"You're still the ruthless one. You won't even let your own daughter off."
"You are Xiao ran!" He santai looked at him viciously.
"You know me?"
"I don't know him!" He santai shook his head.
"But my gut feeling tells me that you are."
"Your intuition is very accurate, you guessed right." Xiao ran admitted.