C1517 Fear

"Ah!"

"My fingers."

"Little bastard, you destroyed my finger."

Lin Fuyan roared in anger.

His fingers were bleeding.

Lin Fuyan's old face became painful.

"You old fogey."

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Being scolded as a little bastard, Qin Tian's expression turned cold again.

The Genuine Qi of the Divine Stage directly enveloped Lin Fuyan's body.

"Little bastard