Chen Changxiong pretended to be calm and responded: "This is a matter between you and me, and it has nothing to do with other people! It is definitely not a big man who threatens me with my daughter like this!"

After hearing this, the Holy Lord raised his head and laughed fiercely, saying, "Haha, since ancient times, there is only one thing to say about victory or defeat, and there is no difference between means. Now your daughter is in my hands. If you dare to do anything randomly, I will let your daughter die in front of you, and let your white-haired person send black-haired person to you!"

The threat in the voice of the Holy Lord was already obvious, but this just grabbed Chen Changxiong's seven inches and pinched his weakness, making him dare not do anything.

Hot tears flowed from Chen Feiyan's eyes, and the whimpering sound kept coming from her throat, as if she was asking for help from Chen Changxiong.

After hearing this sound, Chen Changxiong's heart became even more tense and looked at Chen Feiyan nervously. The eyeballs in his eyes moved horizontally to both sides, waiting for Li Changchun to appear. However, since then, Li Changchun's figure has not appeared, and even Xiao Yang and others have no trace, he feels even more nervous.

He definitely did not dare to make a big bet on Chen Feiyan's life, but the more nervous he was, the more he would be controlled by the Saint Lord, and he would inevitably lose to the Saint Lord.

However, the situation in front of him also made Chen Changxiong dare not believe Li Changchun easily anymore.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, and cold sweat couldn't help but seep out of his forehead. He moved his throat and swallowed a saliva, pretending to be calm and composed, "Do you think I can submit with just these little means?"

However, the tremor revealed by the falsetto in his words also exposed the panic in his heart.

All of this was seen by the Saint Lord. The corner of his mouth curled up, and a cold smile appeared on his face cut by a knife and axe. He said coldly: "You Chen Changxiong are brave, but I want to see how hard you can be!"

At this moment, Chen Feiyan was also brought to the side of the Saint Lord. The Saint Lord suddenly reached out and took Chen Feiyan directly into his arms. Then his hand gently stroked Chen Feiyan's cheek. Chen Feiyan twisted his body hard, showing his disobedience, but his hands were all held behind the back by the Saint Lord, and he had no choice but to do anything. His eyes were red, and he was so humiliated that he really had the idea of ​​committing suicide in his heart.

The Saint Lord said with a lewd smile: "I really didn't expect that you, Chen Changxiong, could give birth to such a handsome daughter. This skin is so shattering that I can't bear to touch it hard, but I don't know how it is in that aspect!"

The group of subordinates behind him also burst into laughter and said extremely vulgar words, which filled Chen Feiyan's ears, making him blush, but he had no choice.

After seeing the scene in front of him, Chen Changxiong clenched his hands even harder, his two rows of teeth clattered, and the two anger erupted from his eyes seemed to burn the Saint Lord to ashes.

"Stop it quickly!"

"What? I'm so panicked? I thought you could endure it until a while, so it was just that!"

The Holy Lord did not hide the pride on his face, and he had Chen Changxiong's weakness in his hand. He wanted to vent all the bad breath he had suffered in Chen Changxiong over the years and torture him.

Chen Changxiong was really afraid that the Saint Lord would really do something unreasonable, and he would not even have room for regret at that time. "What do you want to do... as long as you make a request, I...I will satisfy you!"
Chapter completed!