At the moment when Lin Miaomiao died, Han Fei was stunned.
He was not a saint. If someone died, he would feel sorry for them at best. After all, it was none of his business.
However, people had feelings. In the past few days, although Lin Miaomiao only acted as his guide, she was quite dedicated. She worked so hard just to earn a living, but now she had died because of him!
Han Fei felt very guilty.
"Fuse."
"Nine Tails, attach to me."
"Fury."
Irritated, Han Fei threw Lin Miaomiao's body into Forge the Universe. Escape? Why? I want to kill!
In the blink of an eye, Han Fei's eyes turned color, one black and one white, and the nine-star chains shot out.
The sword-wielding man whose hand had just been cut off was shocked to see Han Fei's aura suddenly change and he seemed about to become an advanced Dangling Fisher.
Clang…