Shen Qiye didn't say anything. Xia Qiuye shouted with a dry mouth: "Ye Aniu, if you have to be merciful, please be merciful..."

"No mercy!"

Ye Fan responded unceremoniously and raised his ax to fall.

"stop!"

Seeing this, Chief Xia shouted loudly, grabbed a knife, and shot it himself.

A sword is volleyed from top to bottom. The sword borrows the strength of others, and the people help the power of the sword.

"hiss!"

The air seemed to be torn apart by a knife, causing a harsh scream to break through the air.

Ye Fan's mouth curled up with a hint of joking, he raised the bloody ax in his hand and blocked the opponent's knife.

"when!"

There was a loud noise, and Ye Fan stood there and shook a few times to regain his composure.

But Chief Xia Shen shook his hands and feet and fell back to the original position, and the long knife in his hand was broken into two pieces.

"Bodhisattvas can't even protect the people I want to kill!"

Ye Fan was about to strike down with an axe.

At this moment, Temu Wuyue on the high platform smiled sweetly:

"A Niu, Indian Po has hurt you so many times, and she still hides her identity and has ulterior motives for Xia Guo."

"It would be too easy to kill her like this."

"And this will not deter or alert other enemy spies."

"I think the Indian woman's limbs were chopped off and then hung in front of the teahouse for public display."

"This will let everyone know that people who are not of my race will end up miserable, even if she is a powerful Indian woman."

Tiemu Wuyue killed people and punished the heart. This move not only ruined Yinpo's reputation and made Shen Qiye and his wife feel aggrieved, but also disturbed the hearts of the Shen family's camp.

Ye Fan smiled when he heard this: "It makes sense!"

"Asshole, you have the ability to kill me, kill me."

But India's face changed drastically and she shouted that this would completely trample on her dignity.

She was high and mighty at Yanmen Pass, but now she was hanged up, and she was still wearing the crime of being someone who was not of my race, and her life was worse than death.

Inpo wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide, but Ye Fan stepped on her and knocked out her teeth.

She looked at Shen Qiye with difficulty, hoping that they would come to rescue them, but everyone in the Shen family was pinned down by Temu Wuyue's thunder.

Ye Fan's skills also made it impossible for anyone to get close to him.

Ye Fan stepped on Inpo who had only one hand left and said with a smile:

"Kill you, Xiao Yueyue is angry, what should I do if you don't unlock it for me?"

"Besides, I think it would be more interesting to hang you up in public."

"Don't worry, the ax will go very quickly, it won't hurt, it won't hurt."

After finishing speaking, Ye Fan shook the ax in his hand.

"Master Ye!"

At this moment, Shen Chuge knelt down with a plop and shouted to Mark:

"Young Master Ye, please let Indian Po survive."

"She is already injured like this and has been punished enough. Don't hurt her anymore."

Shen Chuge burst into tears and shouted: "Let her go."

Ye Fan looked at the woman with pear blossoms and rain not far away with gentle eyes.

He thought of that sun-dappled dusk, of the Bei Wujiang camp, and of the similar tearful face lying on the round table.

Then, Ye Fan’s voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, and it penetrated people’s hearts softly:

"Miss Shen, when the Shen family and Po Yin asked me to go in for verification, why didn't you kneel down and beg?"

"Why?"

"Why?"

"flutter!"
Chapter completed!