In the garden.
Mo Yancheng stopped Yan Hao for the eighth time.
"Don't stop me! If you hold me back, someone will die!" Yan Hao was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
"Gu Ran knows what she's doing." Mo Yancheng wasn't worried and continued to watch the show.
Gu Ran squatted at the edge of the pond and grabbed Feng Cheng's neck as if she was pressing on a bittergourd. She pressed him down and made him drink a few mouthfuls of mud. Just as he was about to suffocate, she lifted him up again to give him time to breathe. After repeating this seven or eight times, Gu Ran's hands were sore.
After throwing Feng Cheng aside, she lazily flexed her arms.
Seeing this, Mo Yancheng also released his grip. Yan Hao regained his freedom and hurried forward to pull the dying Feng Cheng up from the pond.
"Feng Cheng, Feng Cheng, are you all right?"
