The scar-faced man grinned cruelly and roughly tore open Li Qianzi's collar.,The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,Li Qianzi turned her head back. Under the silver-white lightning, Nan Gongyu at the door wore a magnificent red wedding robe, his figure elegant and unrestrained. He was extraordinary, but at this moment, his face was as cold as ice. A pair of narrow and long eyes stirred up a storm, as if they wanted to devour Li Qianzi in front of him mercilessly.。