Today is my birthday, happy birthday to myself.
Upon hearing Ma Jun's words, Mu Fanxuan's face turned pale.
Mo Huasong might not understand how powerful martial arts sects are, but she does.
The skills of those people are extraordinary, they fear no one.
Previously, Mu Fanxuan also wanted to hire two martial arts sect experts as bodyguards, but when she found out they demanded several hundred years of salary each, she decided against it.
If you offend these people, there is no reasoning to be had, only death awaits.
"Mo Huasong, you'd better leave," Mu Fanxuan gritted her teeth and insisted that Mo Huasong should leave immediately.
Although she harbored intense hatred for Mo Huasong, for some reason, at this moment, she didn't want Mo Huasong to die here.
