Looking at Zhan Chengfeng's increasingly grim expression, Zhan Fengdi relentlessly stirred his murderous intent, "Big brother, this Ou Lan cannot be left alive. As long as she lives, Lan Rui will eventually be ruined by her, and then all your years of cultivating Lan Rui would be in vain."
With a "bang," Zhan Chengfeng crushed the teacup in his hand. He stared sharply at a point on the wall, the corner of his lips curling into a sinister smile, his voice thin and sharp as a knife, "Someone, bring me that woman named Ou Lan!"
Zhan Fengdi widened his eyes in confusion, "Big brother, why not just order someone to kill her directly? Why bother meeting her yourself?"
Zhan Chengfeng sneered coldly, "I want to see for myself what kind of woman could enchant my excellent son into willingly transforming steel into softness, and mesmerize the weapon I crafted into willingly sacrificing its life for her."
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