"I hurt her. I shouldn't have involved her. I shouldn't have involved her..."
He squatted down in pain, holding his head in his hands, and his body was shaking a little.
"I hurt her, I hurt Ran'er... I'm sorry, Ran'er, I'm sorry..."
He kept mumbling, and the apology in his pain made everyone present silent.
Just looking at his painful back, everyone frowned.
On the contrary, Mu Qinghan was much colder at this time.
He walked up to Mo Xiaoran and pulled him up.
That serious look was completely different from his usual evil look.
"Xiaoran, if you feel sorry for Ran, don't be so decadent now. You still have to do what you should do!"
His voice was so serious that no one else dared to answer.
Mo Xiaoran's back stiffened.
He looked up at Mu Qinghan, with a hint of murderous intent in his originally painful eyes.
That murderous aura has never appeared in him in the past ten years.
Even when he really wanted to kill someone, he almost never had such murderous intent.
He glanced at the people present, suddenly shook off Mu Qinghan's arm, turned around and strode away.
They looked at his back, that back, with murderous look and sadness.
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Qianye Feng sighed and inadvertently cast his gaze towards Black Eagle, who stood next to him with a pale face but had not said a word from beginning to end.
I saw his fists clenched tightly, as if he was holding back something.
He, who had always had no facial expression, also had red eyes at this time.
What's more, he saw an obvious self-blame in Black Hawk's eyes.
There was also a look of self-conscious incompetence gradually emerging in his eyes.
He knew that Black Eagle was already blaming himself for not protecting Lin Ran.
And this time.
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There is little chance that Lin Ran will survive.
Feeling a little unbearable, he lifted his feet and walked towards Black Eagle.
"eagle......"
He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Black Hawk's hoarse voice.