Ye Qianghan took one look at the passers-by who followed him and did not care about them anymore. At the right moment, he also needed witnesses to witness how he cut off Ouyang Mingyue's head to pay tribute to the owner of this body, the unwilling soul who had already died.
Good and evil will eventually be reported. If the sky does not report, I will report it.
Ye Qianghan's eyes were cold as ice, and his deep and restrained murder intent was slowly condensing in his body. He saw his right hand dragging Phoenix Spear slowly forward, letting the tip of his gun rub out a series of sparks on the ground.
From a distance, he is like a ghost messenger from hell, evil spirits are incomparable and unspoken.
About half an hour later, Ye Qianghan crossed several streets and the Ouyang family gate was finally in sight.
At this moment, suddenly from the corner of two streets nearby, a group of murderous guards rushed out to surround Ye Qianghan.