"Yin Zhen, let her go!" Yin Lianxing shrieked.
This seemingly delicate woman was now glaring with wide, furious eyes, looking as if she was about to charge out and fight Yin Zhen to the death at any moment.
The men of the Yin Family all felt a pang of shame.
Yin Zhen's lecherous gaze swept over Yin Lianxing. He licked his lips and said, "Don't be in such a hurry. I'll play with Yin Shan first, then it'll be your turn."
At that moment, Yin Zhen pulled the semi-conscious Yin Shan into his arms, and a hand that had clearly been shattered reached for her chest.
The lust in his blood-red eyes was completely undisguised!
SWOOSH!
In a flash, the light of a blade suddenly flared in the darkness.
It slashed diagonally, from bottom to top!
SCHLICK!
Yin Zhen's right hand, which was reaching for Yin Shan's chest, was severed at the sound and sent flying high into the air.
The next moment, everyone's vision blurred, and Shen Lang, who had been in front of the group, suddenly vanished!
