Lan Zhengqing walked slowly to Lin Fan's side, hands behind his back.
Coldly, he stared at the dead dog on the ground.
Bone Dragon?
Ha, what a joke.
This kind of ant, forget being a dragon, even a worm wouldn't want to follow him!
Tian Lu must have been scared by Elder Han An's condition, which led to his confused state.
Lan Zhengqing's lips curled into a disdainful, mocking sneer.
He lightly kicked with his foot.
Lin Fan remained motionless, unresponsive.
A dead dog, what nonsense Bone Dragon, Tian Lu must be crazy to have such hallucinations.
It seems I'll need to reprimand Tian Lu afterward.
But for now, he had to deal with Lin Fan first.
"Heh heh—ha ha ha!"
"Damn Lin Fan, you've finally become a dead dog lying at my feet. Before, in front of Zhu Ruoling, you made me lose face completely. Now it's my turn for revenge, your life is in my hands. If I want to kill you, I'll kill you, if I want to torture you, I'll torture you!"
