There was a long snow-white braid on the back of his head, and a pole was pinched in his hand, and a lantern was carried on one end of the pole and a pitch-black lantern.

When the lantern goes back, it opens below!

A head fell off!

"Blood droplet!"

Wang Han's pupils shrank after seeing this lantern.

"The remnants of the previous dynasty! The master of the inner dynasty!"

Eight words are enough to explain the identity of the visitor!

Sun Jidong laughed wildly!

"Ninth Young Master! Jin Sansheng can calculate, and let the Sixth Young Master come to help you at the time point, but he may not have calculated that we want to kill you!

Today next year! It’s your death day!”

Bang!

Wang Han's muzzle was smoking!

Sun Jidong's half of his face was beaten to blood, and he was held in his arms by a short yellow jacket, and almost got his head exposed.

"Wang Han!" Sun Jidong roared wildly! Blood flowed out of his fingers.

Wang Han stuffed the gun into the back, "You can't hit me! Are you pretending to be your mother with me! Can't you shut up and watch?"

"Grandpa! Take off his head for me! I want to play as a ball!" Sun Jidong pointed at Wang Han and shouted wildly.

The old man holding a lantern raised his eyelids and looked at Wang Han.

The old man smiled softly and looked amiable.

He shook the black lantern in his hand, and the blood in the lantern ticked all over the floor.
Chapter completed!