His demonic blue eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly grabbed her neck and lifted her up: "Is this your woman?"
"What are you doing! Let her go!" Wei Mingxuan got up from the ground excitedly and wanted to rush forward, but was kicked in the abdomen. He flew up into the air and fell heavily to the ground.
Blood dyed the green grass red.
"Very distressed?" His eyes were extremely cold, and he slowly tightened his hands. Murong Yu's feet had already left the ground, fluttering in the air, and his face turned purple due to lack of oxygen.
It was so uncomfortable, she could hardly breathe...
"You...let her go..." Wei Mingxuan struggled to get up from the ground with blood in his mouth. Before he could stand firmly, he was kicked again and fell to the ground again.
He was unable to stand up anymore, so he could only rely on his hands to crawl forward step by step, pleading in a hoarse voice: "Save you...let her go...save you..."
The man in white robe looked coldly at Wei Mingxuan on the ground, without any tenderness in his eyes.
This is the man who killed his woman! He can't let her go!