"Don't worry, after she dies, you can still stay in Hell, and no one will know you're from heaven." Wang Dadong said indifferently.
"No! You can't kill Vivian! Kill me instead, it's all my fault!" Mo Yu said with a face full of pain.
"Are you willing to die for her?" Wang Dadong suddenly appeared in front of Mo Yu as if by teleportation, staring straight at her.
"I, I am willing!" Although facing Wang Dadong made Mo Yu feel a flutter of fear, she still spoke without arrogance or submission.
Wang Dadong reached out and pinched Mo Yu's delicate chin, smiling wickedly, "But, you're just an undercover agent from heaven. Your life isn't enough to save hers."
"I beg you, spare Vivian, I'll do anything you want if you let her go." Mo Yu cried out bitterly.
"Isn't it true that I want you to do whatever I say now?" Wang Dadong's face became more sinister, and his hand also squeezed Mo Yu's throat.
Soon, Mo Yu began to have difficulty breathing.
