Su Heyuan's eyes flashed with interest, "Oh? Then tell me, why can't I kill him?"
Just an Insect Person, if he wants to kill, he kills. There is no reasoning about whether he can or cannot.
As soon as the Insect Person saw Duan Mengjun, it was like finding confidence all at once. He quickly stood up and said with a slightly arrogant air, "Yes, you can't kill me!"
Su Heyuan glanced coldly at him, then looked at Duan Mengjun.
"Speak," he said coldly, with no trace of sentiment.
Before Duan Mengjun could speak, the person arrogantly declared, "Because I am her father!"
He spoke with justified arrogance and disdain.
Duan Mengjun's body stiffened slightly. She nodded and stepped forward.
"Yes, he is my father."
"So..."
Almost instantly, a cold gleam flashed, and a sharp knife pierced straight into his heart.
Blood splattered, staining Duan Mengjun's black robe and her face.
His face was filled with disbelief, still tinged with arrogance, a contradictory and twisted expression.
