The middle-aged man grinned and made an extremely ethereal voice, which echoed in the night sky for a long time...

Lin Fan felt that he could no longer breathe.

Fear had begun to dominate his brain.

The middle-aged man twisted his neck as if he was stretching his muscles.

Then he stretched out his hand.

Two skinny hands.

It seemed like a call from the god of death from hell.

Slowly, bit by bit, he got closer to Lin Fan's face.

despair!

Despair from the bottom of my heart.

He looked at the two withered hands that were slowly stretching out in front of him, as if seducing him.

Lin Fan opened his mouth!

what you want to say!

But his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't come out, so he could only murmur hoarsely.

No!

I can't be killed by him.

I just crossed over.

I haven't reached the peak of my life yet.

Haven't won Bai Fumei yet.

No, never!

"Ah~"

Maybe it was an instinctive reaction, or maybe the desire to survive instantly defeated fear.

Lin Fan roared and suddenly punched out.
Chapter completed!