"Mom... Save... Me." An Rong's voice started to fade.
Seeing this, the old An master quickly called over An Chong, "Quickly stop your big brother."
Although An Chong also hated what An Rong and the others did to Yun Xi back then, he couldn't stand idly by when bones were thrusting out and blood was poured out.
He quickly stepped forward and just laid his hand on Mo Xiao's shoulder.
"Big brother…"
He had hardly spoken when Mo Xiao's long leg kicked towards him.
"Get out of the way!"
Mo Xiao was already on the edge of collapse now.
Whoever came to him would be killed, whether god or not.
That kick sent An Chong recoiling, with vague pain in his chest.
Ning Feng and another person glanced at An Chong. They had already anticipated that this would be the result.
Zhao Xuan took a glance at An Chong, thought of the argument they had the night before, and also lacked the mood to help him.
"I'm telling, I'm telling…" An Rong's face flushed purple, she spoke in a hoarse voice.
