He is my son, beat him to death!

"Pooh!"
"Ghost Sword Flow, you are so shameless!"
At this moment, a figure flashed over, rushed to Nangong Zhan, and quickly helped the latter up.
"Hey, isn't this the beautiful Nangong clan girl, Nangong Meir?"
Ghost Sword Flow's eyes wandered wantonly over Nangong Mei'er's cheongsam-wrapped body, greedily staring at the former's proud curves, and said with a smile:
"I almost forgot about you, Nangong Meir!
You, the Nangong clan, are about to be finished!
I know you are...