The cold air was filled with the thick smell of blood, and the bright red color made mo Zhiyun immediately turn away, trying to suppress the discomfort in his heart.
She didn't know what had happened to Wen Xingchen, but so what if she died in front of her?
He had no reason or obligation to save her.
She moved her stiff legs, wanting to leave this suffocating place.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Wen Xingchen couldn't wait to open her mouth. &Quot; mo Zhiyun, if you don't Save Me, I'll die ... Save me ... Please! &Quot;
Her watery eyes were filled with tears as she looked at her back with pleading eyes.
His desire for life was far greater than his jealousy of mo Zhiyun.
Mo Zhiyun suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around to meet her eyes. Her eyes were filled with the desire to live.
&Quot; I beg you ... &Quot; Wen Xingchen's teeth had already broken her lips as she choked.
No one wished to die, and no one was not afraid of death.
