The middle-aged man had no chance to answer, and under a powerful offensive, he didn't even have a chance to breathe.

Finally, he didn't change his breath, and was hit on the forehead with a punch and fell to the ground.

Lu Shanmin's eyes were red, as if he was possessed by a demon. He stepped up and rode on the middle-aged man, waving his fists frantically, punching him one by one.

"Where are people"! "Where are people"! "Where are people"!

Roars resounded throughout the mountains and forests, endlessly and echoed.

The people on the ground, to be precise, are beyond recognition.

But Lu Shanmin had no intention of stopping. The ground was smashed into a deep pit half a meter deep, and the middle-aged man's body was trapped in it, with blood and flesh and blood, and white bones.

"He is dead." Hai Dongqing's voice sounded faintly.

As if he hadn't heard Hai Dongqing's words, Lu Shanmin vented all his strength on the corpse of a middle-aged man.

Hai Dongqing's lips squirmed for a moment, and he didn't say anything again, and stood quietly on one side.

I don’t know how long it took, but Lu Shanmin finally stopped his fists, his whole body trembled violently, and his back kept rising and falling.

Hai Dongqing bit his lips tightly, hesitated for a moment, and walked to Lu Shanmin. "I know you are feeling uncomfortable, but things have happened."

Lu Shanmin slowly stood up, his fists were covered in blood, with each other's and his own.

Hai Dongqing opened her mouth and said, "Aying jumped off the cliff with Ye Zixuan on her back."
Chapter completed!