It turned out to be this wound that caused him so much pain that he couldn't even lift it up.
Huangfulian was stunned for a moment, remembering the origin of this scar, and also recalled the previous confrontation with Xia Houfengli on the river bank.
The next second, he frowned, "Where is Mo Yong? How is Mo Yong?"
Huangfulian's speaking speed suddenly increased, and she couldn't help but scratch the wound, and coughed slightly several times.
"Don't get excited, Wu Yu said that Mo Yong is not dead, but the knife cut too deep, so he doesn't know when he will wake up." Jiang Nanyan quickly stroked Huangfulian's chest to calm him down.[
"Not dead?" Huangfulian took a breath, "Yan'er, you didn't lie to me, right?" Huangfulian asked uncertainly.
He remembered that Wu Yu told him before that Mo Yong was hopeless...
Thinking of this, Huangfulian's dark eyes darkened again.
It was all because of his incompetence that his subordinates were injured one after another.
If he was not so incompetent, Feng Yu and the others would not have been captured by Xia Hou Fengli, and Mo Yong would not have been seriously injured by Xia Hou Fengli and is still unconscious.
All this is his fault!
Huangfulian blamed herself so much that her whole face wrinkled together.
At the same time, I became excited and coughed several times.
Jiang Nan kept helping him calm down, his movements were always gentle and he didn't dare to be too forceful, "Don't get excited, Mo Yong is really not dead. Wu Yu said that you will definitely ask Mo Yong when you wake up, so he arranged for him
He's next door. If you don't believe me, I'll accompany you to see him when the injury on your body gets better."