Qin Keke was pressed on the sofa by several women, and he couldn't move at all.

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

Song Guangming's footsteps did not stop.

"If you dare to touch me, my boyfriend won't let you go." Qin Keke let go of cruel words.

After a pause, he asked with interest, "Oh? Who is your boyfriend? ”

"Ye Fan." Qin Keke replied categorically.

It seems that when you shout this name, you will be filled 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 a blank look.

She is just a college student, usually in school, where to get contact with these upper circles.

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

After Song Guangming finished introducing himself, the corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of playful arc.

"So you think your boyfriend can threaten me?"

Qin Keke was dumbfounded for a while.

At this time, she hoped that Ye Fan would come to save her by moonlight like a god. But 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 lightly, and suddenly raised his hand.

The spilled red wine wet Qin Coco's clothes, outlining more and more moving curves.

"Beauty, the night is long, let's play slowly." Song Guangming raised his steps again.

I was about to stretch out my hand to feel it for myself, when suddenly a call came.

Song Guangming immediately became angry.

It doesn't matter who it is. Disturb him at this time, if he doesn't give a reasonable explanation, he will let that person walk around without eating.

However, when he saw the caller ID, Song Guangming immediately sobered up.

"Hey, Dad." As soon as Song Guangming shouted, there was an angry scolding from there.

"Bastard, where are you? What have you done? Damn bastard, speak quickly. ”

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

Then, immediately after, Grandpa's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Run, run!"

Song Guangming looked confused, I don't know what grandpa let him run?

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

"Bastard, listen to your grandfather, get out of the place you are now." Father's voice rang on the phone.

But Song Guangming couldn't hear it anymore, he held the phone sluggishly, and suddenly the phone fell to the ground with a click.

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

A young man with his hands in his trouser pockets, stepping on the void, descended from the sky.

Behind it is a bright moon, and the Nuwa Hotel, which seems to bow down and send each other off, like a goddess.

The boy took one step at a time, as if he was walking down the stairs.

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

There was a bang in my head.

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

Ye Fan's footsteps stopped and stood in mid-air. Pull your right hand out of your trouser pocket, aim at the floor-to-ceiling glass below, and squeeze it gently.

Bang.

The glass shattered, and the splashed glass slag fell on Song Guangming and the women beside Qin Keke.

It cut through their skin, cut their cheeks.

Song Guangming lowered his head and snorted in pain. Behind him was a woman's scream.

Only Qin Keke is safe.

Qin Keke sat slumped on the sofa, now that he was unrestrained, he still couldn't lift his strength.

It's just stupid, stupidly looking out the window, the boy standing in the sky in the moonlight.

"Sword Venerable." Song Guangming's lips squirmed, and he spit out two words from his mouth with difficulty.

After the trembling, he was still a little unconvinced.

You are dignified Sword Venerable, aren't you just molesting your woman on the plane? And it didn't really matter. Why are you biting like a mad dog?

"Ye Fan." Qin Keke shouted from behind.

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

"How is that possible? Jian Zun is Ye Fan? This woman's boyfriend is Jian Zun? She's the woman of the Sword Venerable? I'm going to sleep with the woman of the Sword Venerable? ”

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

Looking into the room, Qin Keke who fell on the sofa, Song Guangming who knelt on the ground, and Ye Fan who stepped on the void outside.

I 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 only a kick from Councilor Song and a slap from Song Changcheng.

"Bastard, why did I give birth to you."

After the reprimand, Councilor Song also knelt down on his knees.

"Jianzun, it's me who didn't take good care of the dog and made him make mistakes repeatedly, but after all, he is the only seedling under my knees, and I ask Jianzun to open the net."

Councillor Song sincerely told how young and ignorant Song Guangming was portrayed, and how extenuating what he did.

But he never thought that if this was not Ye Fan, then what would happen to Qin Keke? What happened to those girls who were bullied by Song Guangming?

Of course, there is no need for so many ifs, those who offend the Sword Venerable should be punished for their crimes.

Old Man Song did not kneel, and Councilor Song had already knelt down as his father. When it comes to his position, he represents more than just an individual.

Song Changcheng turned his head.

The Mending Heaven had already taken off for the second time, and the Great Elder and the others were standing at the hatch.

And on the water below, the four gods of war and other generals also came to tread the waves.

Song Changcheng looked at them because he wanted the Great Elder to intercede.

The Great Elder sighed and shook his head slightly.

Song Changcheng saw it, and his wrinkled face suddenly turned ten years old.

"Rabbit cub, don't kowtow to Jianzun yet." Councilor Song pulled Song Guangming.

"Please sword honor me for once."

Song Guangming's forehead touched the ground, and he hit it twice, and after a while, his head was 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 move anymore that Ye Fan spit out the four words in his mouth, "Mingyue, kill." ”

"Don't, if you want to kill, kill me first." Councilor Song stood in front of his son.

Everyone saw that the moonlight behind the young man was distorted, and a shadow stepped out of it.

Leng Mingyue was wearing a plain gauze long skirt, with a veil on her face, and a swordless scabbard behind her back.

The cold eyes glanced at Song Guangming below, and the jade hand pointed into a sword, and a sword stabbed out.

Song Guangming crossed a blood line on his neck, and in an instant, the kowtowing action stopped, and the head rolled down.

"No!" Councilor Song collapsed to the ground, looking dazed.

Song Changcheng lowered his head.

Sending light has been punished, but no one feels happy, but there is an atmosphere of sadness in the audience.

Jianzun alone can block millions of divisions with one sword.

Now the disciples of Sword Venerable, killing people in the air is also like probing for things.

Everyone can't help but think that if one day this sharp sword is aimed at themselves, no matter how high their status is, no matter how much wealth they have, they will be like sending light today, and life and death will be determined by a word.

The Great Elder's face was complicated, and this was what he had always been worried about.