Ye Tianfan's willow-leaf knife flashed with a cold light repeatedly, and Ren Ningyue couldn't help but furrow her willow-like eyebrows: "What? Are you going to dissect him here?"
The willow-leaf knife drew sparks, slicing open the man's skin, revealing beneath it a thin layer of metal! At this moment, this metal layer was already covered in scars; without a doubt, the thing that defended against the willow-leaf knife of the Ye Family and Ren Ningyue's demon blade was this thin layer of metal.
Seeing this, Ren Ningyue's eyes were filled with shock. She hurriedly squatted down and raised her hand to touch the corpse.
Ye Tianfan raised an eyebrow: "Don't tell me you have a necrophilia fetish."
