"Tell me, who are you?!" Lin Zifeng's face was grim. From the fake Dongfang Long, he could sense an intense, bloody aura, the kind that only those who have been baptized by countless blood and war could possess.
Lin Zifeng was one of these people, and so was the guy in front of him. To put it simply, it was just mutual sensing of a similar aura...
"Hahaha... As expected of K-9, I was exposed by you in less than half an hour."
The man laughed twice.
Then, his tiger-like eyes emitted a brilliant light, sweeping over Nangong Bing, who had an uncertain expression behind him.
"This woman should be your fiancée, right?" The man laughed coldly.
"If you dare to harm her in any way, I'll make sure you die without a grave!" Lin Zifeng's voice turned icy, his eyes like lightning, two streaks of killing aura flashing across.
"Since she's Death God's fiancée, maybe I can play with her."
