"Girl-" Mo Fei looked at the girl who had not spoken until the end and just closed her eyes. She knelt on the ground with endless hatred in her eyes.
The girl finally died in Mo Qi's arms, and she never had time to tell him how much she liked him.
But she was very satisfied to die for him, so even when she died, she still had a smile on her lips.
Mo Fei knelt beside the girl. She still remembered the endless fear in her big eyes when they brought the girl back for the first time. Later, she was afraid of everyone, but she trusted them wholeheartedly.
She and Mo Qi are in love with Ya Tou. They both regard Ya Tou as their biological sister. Could it be that they even told Mo Qi that they must help Ya Tou find her family.
But-
"Ah—" Mo Fei roared, stood up suddenly, picked up Mo Qi's wheelchair, and smashed it towards Mo Tian, followed by Mo Fei's people.
The second before Ye Cong and Qian Yikun tried to control Mo Tian and was thrown out, Mo Fei kicked Mo Tian hard in the chest. That kick made people hear the sound of ribs breaking.
Qian Yikun was kneeling on the ground. When he raised his head, he was already riding on Mo Tian's neck. When Mo Tian shook her hard, his body was thrown forward, but his hands were holding him tightly. head, trying to use the force to directly break his neck.
Mo Fei's Vajra Hand almost tore her arm alive, but she didn't care at all.
"Qian Yikun—" Mo Fei shouted loudly.
Qian Yikun stood up, and Ye Cong knelt on one knee, making a support with his hands. Qian Yikun ran over from a distance, then stepped on Ye Cong's hands, and bounced out something that a normal person couldn't. He turned 180 degrees and held Mo Tian's head with both hands.
Mo Fei suddenly retreated at this moment, and his arm made a clear snapping sound, which showed that it was broken.
Just when she was thrown to the ground, she still ignored her broken arm and used her last bit of strength to tear off Mo Tian's King Kong arm with blood on it.
Mo Tian roared, and before he could swing the person above him frantically, Qian Yikun's hands suddenly used force and twisted Mo Tian's neck in a circle.
Then, Qian Yikun fell hard to the ground.
As for Mo Tian, when Qian Yikun fell down, he instantly collapsed to the ground. His broken neck hung limply on his shoulders. He knelt down and fell directly to the ground the next second.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and even the falling snowflakes seemed to have stopped falling at this moment, only spinning in mid-air and refusing to fall on the blood-filled ground.
Heavy breathing filled the surrounding environment. Mo Fei still had Mo Tian's bloody Vajra arm in his hand. On it was the blood of each of them, as well as Mo Tian's own blood.
Mo Fei looked at the man lying on the ground. His arm was broken, his head was twisted at an abnormal angle, and his eyes that had not yet closed were frighteningly sharp.
Dead, finally dead.
He finally died.
When Qian Yikun used his last bit of strength to crawl to her side and hug her, Mo Fei buried herself tightly on his blood-smelling shoulder and cried loudly.
Qian Yikun's blood-covered hand gently fell on her hair, and he collapsed on the ground.
This fierce battle was probably the most intense since he became a police officer.