At this moment, Zhou Dao's entire body suddenly erupted with a killing aura.
Head pat?
Little brother?
Can't hit?
I'm a Dark Force level expert, could you please give me some respect?
Honestly, those who made fun of his short stature are already dead.
Anyone who dares to pat his head has grass at least two meters high on their graves.
The next instant, Zhou Dao's hand holding the dagger thrust towards Zhang Fan's chest.
He didn't want Zhang Fan to repay blood with blood; he wanted Zhang Fan dead!
At this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Still dare to make a move?
I'm sparing you because of your brother Yuan San, or I would have punched you to death, okay?
You're so arrogant, who gave you the courage?
Liang Jingru?
Instantly, Zhang Fan's entire strength erupted immediately.
His fingers clawed, tightly gripping Zhou Dao's head.
Zhang Fan's fingers had already embedded into Zhou Dao's skin.
