Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.,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.,At the sight of this, Nan Gongyu and his guards were astonished.。