"Girl--" Could it be that she looked at the girl who had never opened her mouth until the end and closed her eyes. She knelt on the ground, her eyes filled with endless hatred.

The girl finally died in Moqi's arms. She didn't have time to tell him how much she liked him.

But she was already very satisfied to die for him, so even until she died, there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Could it be that she knelt beside the girl? She still remembered that when they brought her back the girl for the first time, there was endless fear in her big eyes. Later, she was afraid of everyone, but she trusted them wholeheartedly.

She and Mo Qi are the gods of the girl. They both regard the girl as their own sister. Could it be that they even told Mo Qi that they must help the girl find their family.

But--

"Ah——" Mo Fei roared, suddenly got up, carried Mo Qi's wheelchair directly, smashed Mo Tian's side, and followed Mo Fei's people.

A second before Ye Cong and Qian Yikun tried hard to control Mo Tian and were thrown out, Mo Fei kicked Mo Tian hard in the chest. That kick made people hear the sound of a broken rib.

Qian Yikun knelt on one knee on the ground. When he looked up, Mo Fei was already riding on Mo Tian's neck. When Mo Tian shook her hard, Mo Fei threw her body forward, but his hands were holding his head tightly, trying to use the force to break his neck directly.

Mo Fei's King Kong hand almost teared her arm apart, but she didn't care at all.

"Qian Yikun--" May Fei shouted loudly.

Qian Yikun stood up, Ye Cong knelt on one knee on the ground, and supported his hands with both hands. Qian Yikun ran over from a distance, then stepped on Ye Cong's hands, jumped out of a height that a normal person could not jump out, and swung 180 degrees and hugged Mo Tian's head.

Could it be that he suddenly retreated at this moment, and his arm made a clear rattle, which shows that it was broken.

Just when she was thrown to the ground, she still ignored her broken arm and tried her best to pull Mo Tian's Vajra arm down with blood.

Mo Tian roared, and before he could wield the person above him madly, Qian Yikun suddenly used his hands and twisted Mo Tian's neck around.

Then, Qian Yikun fell to the ground fiercely.

Mo Tian, ​​when Qian Yikun fell, instantly collapsed on the ground, his broken neck was hanging limply on his shoulders, and he knelt down on his legs and lay directly on the ground in the next second.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and even the snowflakes that were floating down seemed to have stopped landing at this moment, and they were only spinning in the air and refused to land on the blood-filled ground.

Heavy breath filled the surrounding environment. Mo Fei's hand was still Mo Tian's bloody Vajra arm. On it, there were each of them and Mo Tian's own blood.

Could it be that when he looked at the man lying on the ground, his arm was broken, his head twisted at an abnormal angle, and his eyes that were not closed were scary and sharp.

Dead, finally died.

He finally died.

When Qian Yikun used his last bit of strength to climb to her and hug her, he buried it tightly on his bloody shoulder and cried loudly.

Qian Yikun's bloody hand gently fell on her hair, and she collapsed on the ground.

This fierce battle was probably the most intense one he has ever been since he became a policeman.
Chapter completed!