Ling Feng laughed.
He glanced at Old Qian: "Of course, I choose her!"
After a pause, Ling Feng continued: "But you have to let me see where she is, right?"
"Of course!"
Old Qian nodded, turned around to the strong man behind him: "Bring her out!"
The strong man stepped into the neighboring room, and shortly after, he came out holding Lin Xue who was tightly bound.
Seeing her like this, Ling Feng felt a stab of pain in his heart and immediately asked her, "How are you?"
"Besides not being able to move, I'm fine!"
Lin Xue's body was tied up with a golden yellow rope, completely unable to move.
The strong man also had a cold smirk, holding Lin Xue with one hand while gripping a gleaming dagger in his other hand, the blade pressed against her neck!
Seeing her in this condition, a tidal wave of rage surged in Ling Feng's heart!
No one had ever dared to treat his woman like this; Chen Dalong and his disciples were the first, and they would be the last!
