Upon seeing this, thirty bodyguards all stepped forward and pinned Yang Mufan to the floor.
Tianmuz stood up and looked coldly at Yang Mufan, who had bulging veins all over his face. He looked particularly horrified and frowned.
Lone Ying stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "Z, admire Fan, maybe it's not really A An."
Tian Muz, but did not give up: "Yang Mu Fan, if you don't hand over the Anni Moon Ring and admit that you are an An, that's okay. Today, our game rules are: how cruel can you be to yourself? So, you
If you can do it to my satisfaction, I will let you take Mu Wanqing away. She is in private room No. 56 on the second floor."
As he spoke, the surveillance camera was moved back, and the house number was clearly visible.
The thirty bodyguards who admire Fan Ye clasped his hands and feet on the ground. He gasped for air and stared at the sky with hatred.
Tianmu Z, on the other hand, sneered with a suppressed expression and threw a sharp steel knife on the floor in front of him: "Yang Mufan, be smart. Mu Wanqing's fall will probably break all the bones in her body.
It’s in disgrace. Don’t waste your life-saving time by moping, act quickly and stimulate me!!”
The scarlet blood dripped down Yang Mufan's hair and onto his eyes.
Yang Mufan looked at the woman who was lying on the ground in the same position, motionless, as quiet as if she wasn't even breathing.
His eyes were cold and he shook his body vigorously.
When Tian Mu saw him, he raised his hand to signal the bodyguard who was pressing on him to step back.
Gu Ying was worried that Yang Mufan would do something drastic, so he stood at a distance while protecting Tianmu Z, and asked several bodyguards to stand in front of him.
Seeing Yang Mufan grab the steel knife, Tianmuz murmured meaningfully: "I have to say, your dart skills are so good that people are a little jealous."
I'm afraid anyone with a normal mind can understand the implication.
Yang Mufan stood up unsteadily, his eyes blazing, he stared at Tianmuz coldly, walked to a table, put his hand on it, and then without blinking, he inserted the sharp steel knife into his palm...
The sharp steel knife pierced the table.
Time seems to have frozen.
Looking at the blood, following the tip of the knife, it hit the floor with a "pah, pah, pah", and Yang Mufan had almost no expression except that his face turned pale. Inexplicably, everyone present shivered inexplicably and fell silent.
.
They have never met anyone who can be so cruel to them.
Tianmuz stared coldly at Yang Mufan's expression for a long time, then he curled his lips and smiled: "Mr. Yang, you are so courageous. However, your level is only this much?!"
Yang Mufan endured the severe pain in his palm, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the steel knife.
His handsome face was trembling with pain and covered with a thick layer of cold sweat.
Without blinking, he stabbed himself in the abdomen with the knife.
The heartbreaking cramping pain caused protruding veins on his handsome forehead and his eyes instantly turned red.
The moment he drew the sword, blood spattered out like a pillar.
"...Is it exciting?!" Yang Mufan's teeth chattered faintly, and he struggled to squeeze out three words from his throat.
Tianmu Z wanted to say something, but Gu Ying suddenly took his mobile phone and said to him: "Z, emergency call."
Taking it smoothly, Tianmuz asked in a low voice: "What's going on?!"
"..." After hearing the message from the other end of the phone, Tianmu Z's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly led his bodyguard away.
However, before leaving, he did not forget to kick Yang Mufan, who was so painful that his whole body was twitching and convulsing, and fell to the ground: "Young man named Yang, please listen clearly: I am sparing you a life today, not because I am afraid of your power.
, but, if you die, the future games will be boring. Live well, and we will fight slowly in the future."
After finishing speaking, Tianmuz left quickly with his bodyguards.
Yang Mufan was covered in blood, lying on the ground, glaring fiercely at Tianmuz's leaving back, gritting his teeth: "Tianmuz, Tianmuz!!"
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Yang Mufan limped, holding on to the wall, and went to Private Room 56 on the second floor, where he saw Mu Wanqing lying there.
The posture is still the same as before when it hit the wall and bounced to the ground.
Seeing her covered in blood, Yang Mufan suddenly felt very painful.
He couldn't tell whether it was the pain from the wounds on his body or the pain in his heart. He only felt a lot of pain, which was so painful that he was about to suffocate, have convulsions, and faint.
Released the hand that was pressing hard on his abdomen, he took off his coat, which was stained with his own blood, and wrapped it around Mu Wanqing's body. He felt the pulse at her neck, which was still beating. He patted her face and lowered his voice.
She shouted: "Mu Wanqing?! Wake up..., Wanqing, open your eyes..."
Mu Wanqing felt that her eyelids were very heavy, and every cell and bone in her body was in excruciating pain.
She heard a voice calling her name. She wanted to open her eyelids, but she couldn't. She felt that her strength was being withdrawn from her body bit by bit.
The result of struggling for a long time was: she frowned slightly, and a weak and vague word escaped from her lips: "It hurts, Lian Jing, I feel so much pain..."
When Yang Mufan heard the name she called out, his dark eyes suddenly darkened and became lifeless... Lone Eagle was almost knocked over by Yang Mufan.
Upon seeing this, thirty bodyguards all stepped forward and pinned Yang Mufan to the floor.
Tianmuz stood up and looked coldly at Yang Mufan, who had bulging veins all over his face. He looked particularly horrified and frowned.
Lone Ying stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "Z, admire Fan, maybe it's not really A An."
Tian Muz, but did not give up: "Yang Mu Fan, if you don't hand over the Anni Moon Ring and admit that you are an An, that's okay. Today, our game rules are: how cruel can you be to yourself? So, you
If you can do it to my satisfaction, I will let you take Mu Wanqing away. She is in private room No. 56 on the second floor."
As he spoke, the surveillance camera was moved back, and the house number was clearly visible.
The thirty bodyguards who admire Fan Ye clasped his hands and feet on the ground. He gasped for air and stared at the sky with hatred.
Tianmu Z, on the other hand, sneered with a suppressed expression and threw a sharp steel knife on the floor in front of him: "Yang Mufan, be smart. Mu Wanqing's fall will probably break all the bones in her body.
It’s in disgrace. Don’t waste your life-saving time by moping, act quickly and stimulate me!!”
The scarlet blood dripped down Yang Mufan's hair and onto his eyes.
Yang Mufan looked at the woman who was lying on the ground in the same position, motionless, as quiet as if she wasn't even breathing.
His eyes were cold and he shook his body vigorously.
When Tian Mu saw him, he raised his hand to signal the bodyguard who was pressing on him to step back.
Gu Ying was worried that Yang Mufan would do something drastic, so he stood at a distance while protecting Tianmu Z, and asked several bodyguards to stand in front of him.
Seeing Yang Mufan grab the steel knife, Tianmuz murmured meaningfully: "I have to say, your dart skills are so good that people are a little jealous."
I'm afraid anyone with a normal mind can understand the implication.
Yang Mufan stood up unsteadily, his eyes blazing, he stared at Tianmuz coldly, walked to a table, put his hand on it, and then without blinking, he inserted the sharp steel knife into his palm...
The sharp steel knife pierced the table.
Time seems to have frozen.
Looking at the blood, following the tip of the knife, it hit the floor with a "pah, pah, pah", and Yang Mufan had almost no expression except that his face turned pale. Inexplicably, everyone present shivered inexplicably and fell silent.
.
They have never met anyone who can be so cruel to them.
Tianmuz stared coldly at Yang Mufan's expression for a long time, then he curled his lips and smiled: "Mr. Yang, you are so courageous. However, your level is only this much?!"
Yang Mufan endured the severe pain in his palm, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the steel knife.
His handsome face was trembling with pain and covered with a thick layer of cold sweat.
Without blinking, he stabbed himself in the abdomen with the knife.
The heartbreaking cramping pain caused protruding veins on his handsome forehead and his eyes instantly turned red.
The moment he drew the sword, blood spattered out like a pillar.
"...Is it exciting?!" Yang Mufan's teeth chattered faintly, and he struggled to squeeze out three words from his throat.
Tianmu Z wanted to say something, but Gu Ying suddenly took his mobile phone and said to him: "Z, emergency call."
Taking it smoothly, Tianmuz asked in a low voice: "What's going on?!"
"..." After hearing the message from the other end of the phone, Tianmu Z's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly led his bodyguard away.
However, before leaving, he did not forget to kick Yang Mufan, who was so painful that his whole body was twitching and convulsing, and fell to the ground: "Young man named Yang, please listen clearly: I am sparing you a life today, not because I am afraid of your power.
, but, if you die, the future games will be boring. Live well, and we will fight slowly in the future."
After finishing speaking, Tianmuz left quickly with his bodyguards.
Yang Mufan was covered in blood, lying on the ground, glaring fiercely at Tianmuz's leaving back, gritting his teeth: "Tianmuz, Tianmuz!!"
************************************************
Yang Mufan limped, holding on to the wall, and went to Private Room 56 on the second floor, where he saw Mu Wanqing lying there.
The posture is still the same as before when it hit the wall and bounced to the ground.
Seeing her covered in blood, Yang Mufan suddenly felt very painful.
He couldn't tell whether it was the pain from the wounds on his body or the pain in his heart. He only felt a lot of pain, which was so painful that he was about to suffocate, have convulsions, and faint.
Released the hand that was pressing hard on his abdomen, he took off his coat, which was stained with his own blood, and wrapped it around Mu Wanqing's body. He felt the pulse at her neck, which was still beating. He patted her face and lowered his voice.
She shouted: "Mu Wanqing?! Wake up..., Wanqing, open your eyes..."
Mu Wanqing felt that her eyelids were very heavy, and every cell and bone in her body was in excruciating pain.
She heard a voice calling her name. She wanted to open her eyelids, but she couldn't. She felt that her strength was being withdrawn from her body bit by bit.
The result of struggling for a long time was: she frowned slightly, and a weak and vague word escaped from her lips: "It hurts, Lian Jing, I feel so much pain..."
When Yang Mufan heard the name she called out, his dark eyes suddenly darkened and became lifeless...
