At this moment, although they were separated by a wall, Lan Xiao felt that their hearts were tightly stuck together.
"What a pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks." Young master Zong's tone changed as he coldly stared at Wen Muchu and continued, " "If you want to save her, if you want her to be unscathed, then use one leg to exchange for it."
Lan Xiao was so shocked that his face turned pale. His heart was like a thread that was tightly entangled.
With every breath she took, she felt an unbearable pain.
She shook her head at Wen Muchu and shouted, " "Don't, Yingluo, don't listen to him."
hiss. she was only halfway through her sentence when she felt a sharp pain in her neck.
She was in so much pain that her forehead was covered in sweat, and there was a warm current flowing down her neck.
Young master Zong's grip on the dagger tightened, and he pushed it towards her neck.
A lot of blood flowed out from his neck.
