"Now, do you still dare to say that I am old, ugly and artificial?" The saint of the previous generation raised her foot condescendingly, stepped on his head, crushed him a few times and moved away, "I'm afraid I might kill you accidentally.

Oh, that would be so boring... Killing you is far from my purpose, now let you experience what it feels like to live worse than death!"

"Don't!"

Zhao Fan realized something. He spent all his remaining strength, raised his hand and grabbed the ankle of the previous saint, and squeezed out a word between his teeth.

The previous saint kicked him ten meters away in disgust.

Zhao Fan's body rolled on the ground to the edge of Guillotine Cliff. He pulled his neck with difficulty, but saw that the magic whip dissipated, and the saint of the previous generation took Lin Qianqian back into her hands.

"Zhao Fan, please don't hate me. If you want to hate me, just hate that vixen who knows nothing about the world. Without her, there would be no you, and there would be no today."

The saint of the previous generation stretched out a finger and placed it on Lin Qianqian's chest as if she was showing off a trophy, and then slowly slid down, inch by second.

Finally, it touched her lower abdomen through the wedding dress. At that position, there was a slight bulge, and a little life was pregnant in it.

When Zhao Fan exhales and inhales, large amounts of blood will flow out. His eyes used to be as deep as the vast starry sky, but now they are like terrifying black holes!

"I told you, I hate this look. Don't you have any memory?"

The previous saint's fingertips gently poked her and then let go of her other hand.

"Ah!!!" Lin Qianqian screamed. When her body landed on the ground, her first reaction was to subconsciously cover her belly with both hands, but she couldn't save anything.
Chapter completed!