The scarlet blood gurgled out from his chest and quickly dyed a large area red...
"Miss Jiang... no... don't leave... Wang..." Mo Yong only had time to finish the last sentence before he tilted his head heavily and took his last breath.
No one spoke, no one moved, and the scene was completely silent.
"Mo, Mo Yong..." It took Jiang Nanyan a long while to react.
With a pale face and shaking body, she slowly squatted down, knelt in front of Mo Yong, and stretched out her hand tremblingly to detect Mo Yong's breath.
The next second, he suddenly retracted his hand as if he had been burned by something.
No more energy!
Mo Yong has run out of energy!
Xia Hou Fengli killed Mo Yong!
Xia Houfengli killed Mo Yong in front of her!
Jiang Nanyan fell to the ground blankly, her face pale.
She looked at Mo Yong on the ground, then looked up at Xia Houfengli, whose face was a little stunned. She wanted to speak, but her pale lips opened and closed several times, but no sound came out. Her throat was as dry and hot as if it had been scalded by fire...
…
Jiang Nanyan hoped that everything in front of her was just her dream.
How I wish she was still on that big ship, resting in the cabin, waiting for Huangfulian who went to rescue Feng Yu to come back...
However……
Jiang Nanyan stiffly lowered her head inch by inch, looking at the bright red, sticky blood with a strong fishy smell in her hands, and the clothes stained red by the blood...