Wu Yu quickly reminded, "Wang, your hand is not healed yet, please calm down!"
Mo Yong looked at Huangfulian's extremely painful look and hated his own incompetence. He wished he could kill himself on the spot, but his body was restrained and unable to move. He could only watch Jiang Nanyan walking towards him step by step. Wang Jin
The hand clenched into a fist even oozed blood!
"I really can't believe that you would actually negotiate terms with me." Xia Houfeng looked at Jiang Nanyan and spoke slowly, word by word, with a cruel smile on his lips.
Jiang Nanyan pursed her lips before speaking, "Can you let Mo Yong go now?"
"Let him go! Of course I will let him go." Xia Houfeng sneered, let go, and kicked Mo Yong away.[
At the same time, he stretched out his long arms and pulled Jiang Nanyan into his arms.
Just a second before Jiang Nanyan was pulled into Xia Houfengli's arms, Mo Yong, who was kicked two steps away, suddenly rushed towards Xiahou Fengli like crazy.
"brush"
A cold light flashed.
The knife rises and falls.
The next second, a stream of blood spurted out from Mo Yong's body like a fountain and sprinkled on Jiang Nanyan's face and body, quickly turning her clothes into blood red...
"Bang"
A huge sound rang out, and Mo Yong fell to the ground like a big tree that had been sawed off, with Jiang Nanyan's dumbfounded expression on his face.