Qin Keke was pinned down on the sofa by several women and could not move at all.

"Don't come over, don't come over." Qin Keke shouted helplessly.

Song Guangming kept walking.

"If you dare to touch me, my boyfriend will not let you go." Qin Keke said harshly.

He gave Guangming a pause and asked with interest: "Oh? Who is your boyfriend?"

"Ye Fan." Qin Keke answered decisively.

It seems that calling out this name will fill you with great confidence.

Song Guangming pretended to think and shook his head, "I don't know."

"But do you know who I am?" Song Guangming tilted his head.

Qin Keke's eyes showed confusion.

She is just a college student. She is usually in school, so she has no access to these upper-class circles.

"My name is Song Guangming, my father is one of the 12 members of the Dragon Kingdom, and my grandfather is the head of Song Jia, the eight major families in the capital."

After Song Guangming introduced himself, the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of joking.

"So you think your boyfriend can threaten me?"

Qin Keke was speechless for a moment.

At this time, she hoped that Ye Fan would come to save her like a god descending to earth, covered in moonlight. But after hearing Song Guangming's background, she didn't want Ye Fan to come.

"Ye Fan, I'm sorry!" Tears flowed from the corners of Qin Keke's eyes.

Song Guangming picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, took a sip, and suddenly raised his hand.

The spilled red wine wet Qin Keke's clothes, outlining her more and more attractive curves.

"Beauty, it's a long night, let's play slowly." Song Guangming picked up his steps again.

Just as I was about to reach out and feel it for myself, I suddenly got a call.

Song Guangming immediately became angry.

No matter who it is that disturbs him at this time, if he doesn't give a reasonable explanation, he will make that person walk around in pain.

But when he saw the caller ID, Song Guangming immediately woke up.

"Hey, Dad." As soon as Song Guangming called out, there was a roar of curses coming from the other side.

"You bastard, where are you? What have you done? Damn you bastard, talk to me."

Song Guangming shrank his head, not even daring to fart.

Then, my grandfather's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Run bright, run quickly!"

Song Guangming was confused, wondering why his grandfather asked him to run away?

Turning his head inadvertently and looking in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Guangming suddenly widened his eyes.

"You bastard, listen to your grandpa and leave where you are now." My father's voice rang on the phone.

But Song Guangming couldn't hear it anymore. He held the phone blankly, and suddenly the phone fell to the ground with a clatter.

Song Guangming's legs began to tremble and his mouth opened a little bit.

A young man put his hands in his trouser pockets, stepped on the void, and descended from the sky.

Behind is a bright moon and the Nuwa Hotel, which seems to be bowing to each other like a goddess.

The boy took one step at a time, just like walking down the stairs.

His condescending gaze looked calmly at Song Guangming in the box through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

There was a bang in my mind.

Song Guangming's legs went weak and he knelt down directly, leaving layers of cold sweat on his back.

Ye Fan stopped and stood in mid-air. He took out his right hand from his trouser pocket, pointed it at the floor-to-ceiling glass below, and shook it gently.

Bang.

The glass exploded, and the flying glass slag fell on Song Guangming and the women around Qin Keke.

It scratched their skin and split their cheeks.

Song Guangming lowered his head and groaned in pain. Behind him, there was a scream of a woman.

Only Qin Ke can live in peace and harmony.

Qin Keke slumped on the sofa. Now that he was not restrained, he still couldn't muster the strength.

He just looked out the window in a daze at the young man standing in the sky under the moonlight.

"Sword Lord." Song Guangming's lips wriggled and he struggled to spit out two words.

After the shock, he still felt a little dissatisfied.

You majestic swordsman, didn't you just tease your woman on the plane? It's not really anything. Why are you biting her like a mad dog and not letting go?

"Ye Fan." Qin Keke called from behind.

Song Guangming's pupils suddenly dilated, he could almost hear his heart skip a beat, and there was a slight wetness in his crotch.

"How is it possible? The sword master is Ye Fan? This woman's boyfriend is the sword master? She is the sword master's woman? I want to sleep with the sword master's woman?"

At this time, the door was broken open from the outside, and Song Changcheng and his son broke in.

Looking into the room, I saw Qin Keke lying on the sofa, Song Guangming kneeling on the ground, and Ye Fan standing outside with his feet in the air.

Still don't know what's going on.

"Dad, grandpa." Seeing them, Song Guangming seemed to have hope in his eyes.

However, what greeted him was just a kick from Councilor Song and a slap from Song Changcheng.

"You bastard, why did I give birth to such an evil thing as you?"

After reprimanding him, Congressman Song also knelt down on his knees.

"Jianzun, it was me who failed to take good care of the dog and made him make mistakes again and again. But after all, he is my only child. Please give him some mercy."

Congressman Song sincerely told how young and ignorant Song Guangming was portrayed, and how the things he did were excusable.

But he never thought, if it wasn't Ye Fan here, what would be the fate of Qin Keke? What would be the fate of those girls who were bullied by Song Guangming?

Of course, there is no need for so many ifs. Anyone who offends the Sword Lord should be punished.

Mr. Song did not kneel down, Congressman Song had already knelt down as a father. In his position, he represents more than just an individual.

Song Changcheng turned his head.

The Butian had already taken off for the second time, and the Great Elder and others were standing at the cabin door.

Further down on the water, the four war gods and other generals also came riding the waves.

Song Changcheng looked at them because he wanted the elder to plead for mercy.

The great elder sighed and shook his head slightly.

Song Changcheng saw it, and his wrinkled face suddenly looked ten years older.

"You bastard, you still don't kowtow to the sword master." Councilor Song pulled Song Guangming.

"Please Sword Lord, please spare me once."

Song Guangming's forehead touched the ground, once or twice, and soon his head was broken and bleeding.

Ye Fan looked at it calmly, with no joy or sadness on his face.

It wasn't until Song Guangming was dizzy and couldn't knock anymore that Ye Fan softly uttered four words, "Mingyue, kill him."

"No, if you want to kill, kill me first." Councilor Song stood in front of his son.

Everyone saw that the moonlight behind the boy was distorted, and a beautiful figure stepped out from it.

Leng Mingyue wore a plain gauze dress, a veil on her face, and a scabbard without a sword on her back.

His cold eyes glanced at Song Guangming below, his jade hands pointed together into a sword, and he stabbed out with the sword.

A blood line was drawn on Song Guangming's neck. In an instant, the kowtow stopped and the head rolled down.

"No!" Councilor Song collapsed on the ground, looking confused.

Song Changcheng lowered his head.

Sending Guangming has been succumbed, but no one feels happy. Instead, there is an atmosphere of sadness and sadness permeating the place.

A sword master alone can defeat a million divisions with one sword.

Nowadays, for disciples of Sword Master, killing people from a distance is like picking something out of a bag.

Everyone can't help but think that if one day this sharp sword is pointed at them, no matter how high their status is or how much wealth they have, it will be like sending light today, and their life and death will be determined by someone's words.
Chapter completed!