The war is about to begin, and no one can tolerate such blatant sarcasm. What's more, Mo Yan'er's words spoke to a large extent what Yun Qingkuang was thinking. He quickly reached out and pinched Mo Yan.
He touched Xuanyuan Che's neck and said, "Who said I can't beat Xuanyuan Che!"
Mo Yan'er's face turned slightly red, and she said with some difficulty: "You know you can't take Qian Qian back, so you use such despicable means to achieve your goals. The Demon Cult hasn't been this lively for a long time, hasn't it?" She said.
His eyes scanned the surrounding hall masters who were getting ready to go, his eyes full of mockery.
Yun Qingkuang's hand squeezed Mo Yan'er's neck even tighter. The red color on Mo Yan'er's face gradually turned to purple, and the sweat on her forehead overflowed. Her expression was very painful, but her eyes were full of hope.
Suddenly, Yun Qingkuang let go of his hand, and Mo Yaner lost his balance and fell to the ground. Bruises quickly appeared on his neck. He was gasping for air.
The feeling I just felt will never be forgotten in my life. I was almost on the edge of life and death. Many pictures from my childhood appeared in my mind:
The scene of my father returning from the battlefield, covered in pain, and lifting himself up high in the garden.
The smile at that time was sweet. My father's smile and his loud "giggle" smile resounded throughout the garden. My mother came slowly with her maid, stretched out her hand to block the sunlight on her forehead, and smiled.
Looking at all this, he shouted softly: "Yan'er, come down quickly, your father is still injured!"
It was so good when I was a child, carefree, with two best sisters, a happy family, no lover and being loved, no heart-rending pain, no everything that is happening...
Mo Yaner quickly recovered, turned to look at Yun Qingkuang, and said feebly: "Why don't you kill me?"
Yun Qingkuang's eyes were as cold as a cold sword, and he said: "I know your wishful thinking. You deliberately use words to provoke me, just to make me kill you in anger!" He leaned towards Mo Yan.
In front of his son, he said: "I really didn't see that you were so loyal. If I really couldn't help but kill you just now, it would have an irreversible impact on my overall plan.
Therefore, I will definitely not fall into your trap, and I will keep you to deal with Xuanyuan Che!"
When Xuanyuan Che was mentioned, Yun Qingkuang's eyes glowed again with a fierce light, accompanied by a gentle clenching of teeth. It seemed that the relationship between him and Xuanyuan Che had reached a point where it was either you or me who would die!
Being completely seen through by Yun Qingkuang, Mo Yaner couldn't help but panic. She shouted: "You bastard, kill me as soon as you can and use me to threaten others. What a heroic act!"
Yun Qingkuang laughed and said: "You want to say something else, maybe I still have some scruples, but you talk about a hero? You have forgotten that I, Yun Qingkuang, have never been a hero. I am the leader of the Demon Sect, the greatest in the world.