Thinking of the cruel words left by Mark, Ouyang Xuanxuan was filled with unspeakable anger and also felt a chill.

Nangong Zixiong echoed: "Yes, yes, he said blood debts must be repaid with blood. You carry the coffin and we burn it."

"That's crazy."

Ouyang Wuji, who had always been calm, laughed angrily: "Even my daughter wants to be burned, who gave him the courage and courage?"

Nangong Fu also sneered:

"Carrying the coffin? Burning you? Will Liu Fugui marry you?"

"On the contrary, he and the Liu family will be worse off than dead in our hands."

He also showed a sulky look, feeling that Mark Ye was too arrogant.

"Uncle, there is a very powerful personal trainer out there."

Nangong Zixiong reminded: "Grandma Changsun was injured by her punch."

"Yes, Dad, that female thug is very powerful."

Ouyang Xuanxuan also resented Yuan Qingyi extremely: "Dozens of people couldn't stop us. She also broke both my legs and Zixiong's."

"If dozens of people can't stop you, then I'll call hundreds or thousands of people to come."

"Grandma Changsun is no match for me, so I will spend 100 million and ask the president of the Jincheng Martial Arts League to take action!"

Ouyang Wuji put away his white fan with a snap, his face showing the fierce murderous intention of a superior:
Chapter completed!