That smile is as bright as a star flower.

It instantly made everyone present suffocate.

But Yan Qingyu was inexplicably shocked, and a bad premonition instantly enveloped his heart.

At that moment, Yan Qingyu opened his mouth, but just as he was about to speak, he saw the old host suddenly glance at him.

Damn!

Yan Qingyu cursed secretly, but he couldn't say anything else.

At this time, Mo Fengwu stared at the square-faced man and said, "How do you feel now?"

The square-faced man didn't say anything, but just smiled on his face, looking ahead, as if he didn't hear it.

Then, after staying for a while, he saw the square-faced man finally pulled the corner of his mouth, then looked at Mo Fengwu and said:

"I am fine……"

The three simple words, but at this time, when it comes out of the square-faced man's mouth, it is like slow motion, very strange.

The crowd in the audience stunned.

Mo Fengwu asked the same question as before: "How come it is done?"

This time, the square-faced man paused for a longer time.

Then he grinned and said, "Shu...shu...shu...shu...shu...shu...super..."

At this time, if you can't see that there is something wrong with this guy with a square face, it's blindness!

So in an instant, the audience was in an uproar!

Many people even stood up from their positions, with a look of surprise on their faces.

But Mo Fengwu smiled again when she heard this.

Then he stood up from the chair with elegant movements and came to the square-faced man. Then, after everyone was concentrating, he suddenly reached out and stabbed the square-faced man directly into the chest with a knife!

This knife almost pierced the chest of the square-faced man.

Blood flowed out, instantly dyeing the square-faced man's clothes red.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

He stared at the moment, and after a while, someone screamed.

But at this moment, Mo Fengwu said again: "Does it hurt?"

wipe!

What the hell is this?

My entire chest cavity is penetrated, and it’s not a dead person, how could it not hurt?!

So when Mo Fengwu finished speaking, before the square-faced man could speak, someone in the audience could not help but say:

"It's all like this, how can it not hurt?"

"That's it! What's the problem!"

"It's just a mess!"

"There's no time, I guess I'm sensational..."

Everyone shouted, and at this moment, the old man of the Huan family, who had never liked to talk, suddenly turned dark:

"Shut up!"

A loud shout made the surroundings quiet in an instant.

And just then, the square-faced man on the stage finally slowly spoke: "...no... it hurts..."

What?!

No, it doesn't hurt?!

For a moment, everyone present was stunned.

Only Mo Fengwu finally smiled softly. Then she pulled out the long sword, looked at Yan Qingyu, and said, "Give you a chance, will you admit defeat?"

At this time, Yan Qingyu's face was extremely hard to see.

He moved his lower lip but didn't say anything.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Master of the Mo family, can you explain it to us?"

The voice was a little old. Mo Fengwu glanced at him and then saw an old man among the onlookers staring at him with a bright look.

The old man looked in his early fifties, wearing a long robe, with ordinary facial features, but his expression was extremely solemn.

And right next to the old man, there were some old men of similar age, both tall or short, fat or thin. But now, they were staring at Mo Fengwu without a flash, all of them old and full of wrinkles.
Chapter completed!