Ran Lianyi had been single for thirty years before she finally met Song Yang, the man she could entrust her life to.
She put her whole heart on Song Yang.
At this time, Zhang Jiahang forced Ran Lianyi to commit suicide decisively to protect Song Yang's body.
Even Zhang Jiahang couldn't stop it.
Just as the tip of the knife was touching my skin, a gust of wind blew over.
Ran Lianyi felt her hand lighten; the fruit knife had been taken away from her. At the same time, she smelled a familiar and pleasant scent.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a familiar handsome face.
Song Yang!
Ran Lianyi shouted excitedly, and then she said aggrievedly: "I thought I would never see you again! Woo woo woo..."
The person holding Ran Lianyi is Song Yang!
He kissed Ran Lianyi on the forehead and said, "Silly girl, why do you want to die so easily? Don't you know that I will be sad?"
Ran Lianyi's eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lip and shook her head vigorously, saying, "I won't do this again next time, Song Yang~!"
She hugged Song Yang again.
Only Song Yang's strong heart made Ran Lianyi feel at ease and relaxed.
When Zhang Jiahang saw Song Yang hugging Ran Lianyi, he immediately said coldly: "Who are you to hug Lianyi?!"
Song Yang raised his head and finally noticed that there was someone standing next to him.
Ran Lianyi said nervously: "Song Yang, his name is Zhang Jiahang, he is a martial artist of the ninth level of internal strength, very powerful, but he wants to threaten me, so I want to die to prove my loyalty!"
Song Yang's eyes immediately turned cold.
He said: "How dare you, a mere warrior in the area, threaten my woman? You are courting death!"
Zhang Jiahang snorted coldly, "So you are Song Yang, humph! I am a warrior of the ninth level of internal energy, and I am only one step away from breaking through the true essence realm! I know you have some tricks, but when facing a warrior like me who cultivates internal energy, you'd better be obedient. Hand over your wife Ran Lianyi to me, or I will kill you!"
While Zhang Jiahang was speaking, he pulled out two scimitars from his waist and rubbed them against each other, making a golden sound.
His threat was clear.
Song Yang smiled.
He gently raised his finger, and the security team members and five warriors who were beating the Song family all couldn't help but float in the air, like astronauts entering space.
Zhang Jiahang's eyes suddenly widened.
He looked at Song Yang as if he had seen a ghost.
He was able to suspend so many people in the air at the same time with just a small movement of raising his hand, which showed that Song Yang had already mastered the power of space.
Zhang Jiahang’s strength is very low, but he is a warrior after all, and he is very familiar with the top-level warrior power system.
Song Yang's ability is comparable to the highest power he knows.
"Ah! Put me down!"
"My head is bruised, it hurts so much!"
"Let me go, I can't move. What's going on?"
…
The suspended warriors and the security team were shouting.
Song Yang simply pinched it with his fingers.
Only a scream was heard, and the leading warrior was immediately crushed by an invisible force.
The blood in their bodies kept churning but couldn't flow out, and directly accumulated in their blood vessels, turning their skin black and purple, looking extremely scary.
The scene was quiet for a moment.
Song Yang killed five warriors with ease, deeply shocking everyone present.
Gulp~!
Zhang Jiahang swallowed his saliva.
His hands holding the machete were shaking.
He had thought Song Yang was a bronze figure before, but he didn't expect that Song Yang was a god!
He could control the space and kill five warriors instantly. It would be too easy to kill him with this ability.
Zhang Jiahang was scared.
Looking at Song Yang, his legs kept shaking and he couldn't help but fell to his knees with a plop.