"Come on, poke here."

He looked disdainful: "I promise not to fight back."

Seeing Ye Fei's fear of death, Meng Jiangnan's body, who was trembling with the knife, shook, and his anger was uncontrollably stagnant.

Ye Fei patted his heart again: "Come on, poke it, don't you kill me?"

I've stood up, but I haven't taken action yet?

Do you want me to help you?"

Situ Jing and the others' eyes twitched, and their hearts were all yelling: Madman.

Seeing Ye Fei grabbing his hand, Meng Jiangnan subconsciously retreated, his face turned pale and pale.

He was very angry, very depressed, and wanted to continue with one knife, but he never had the courage to do it.

If you stab someone in public, even Meng Dajun cannot protect himself.

Situ Jing and the others also looked complicated, but they didn't expect Ye Fei to be so reeling.

Chen Xiaoyue admired Ye Fei more and more, and if she wanted to marry, she would marry such a bloody man.

"Don't dare to touch me?

Then don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

Ye Fei smiled coldly and suddenly approached. The person watching the eyes blurted. Ye Fei had already taken the fruit knife from Meng Jiangnan's hand.

The next second, Ye Fei pierced into Meng Jiangnan's lower abdomen with a "swoosh".

Meng Jiangnan felt a trace of coldness invading his body.

He bowed his head in disbelief.

The fruit knife completely penetrated his stomach.
Chapter completed!