"He Xi, you must save my brother."
Mo Ruyue was so anxious that she could only stomp her feet. No one could empathize with her anxiety.
Only when something like this happened to the person he cared about could he understand.
"Don't worry, I will definitely save Mo Chengfeng."
Even if Mo Ruyue didn't say anything, he would have saved her.
After all, Mo Chengfeng was from the Devil World.
She was also one of Ming Sihan's more important subordinates.
Mo Chengfeng gradually lost his consciousness, as if a huge black hand was pulling him into a bottomless abyss.
He wanted to struggle, but it was useless.
There were still countless hands in the bottomless abyss.
It pulled him in bit by bit.
There were dozens of people in the village. In two days, almost two-thirds of the people had lost their lives.
After a busy night, He Xi finally stabilized Mo Chengfeng's life.
