Chapter 1195

“What a load of rubbish!” Whitebeard sneered.

Nash slapped Whitebeard in the face.

His mouth and nose were bleeding. Several of his teeth even flew out.

The Borleys trembled slightly.

Nash glanced at Whitebeard and asked casually, “Was I talking to

you?”

Whitebeard gritted his teeth but was helpless. He secretly vowed to kill this little bastard when he joined the Southern Martial Alliance.

Cindel took a deep breath. “Why should we believe you?”

Nash turned to look at the villa. Yellow Crane quickly walked to him

with his hands behind his back.

With an angry look on his face, he stared at one of the men and shouted, “Who are you to Iron Will Borley?”

The middle-aged man trembled all over. His eyes widened as he hesitated, “I… I am his great-grandson!”

Iron Will Borley was his great-grandfather’s nickname. Except for members of the family, it was impossible for outsiders to know.

Yellow Crane said angrily, “Iron Will Borley is my great-grandson. I’m Greg Borley, your ancestor!”

Everyone in the Borleys looked at each other.

middle-aged man took a deep breath, shook his

it. This

Greg, who had

you possess

“They have strong light energy, so

Snow man was infected with

his light

He lifted his hand to draw a

draw out a bright light. He then

above Cindel’s head.

left Yellow Crane and took a step forward to possess

there was anger on Cindel’s face. “Do you

If you still don’t believe me, I’ll

every night!”

gulped and whispered, “Dad..

ancestor?”

his head. “I don’t

supernatural!”

was furious. “Damn it,

angrily, “Cindel, how can you talk to our

and then

have such

Nash almost choked.

Since you don’t believe me, then I’ll open your Third Eye!”

bit his finger and wrote a runic incantation on

left hand.

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