"What I'm asking about is not your injury, but your heart!"
"To be wounded by the woman you value so much, it must hurt, right?"
Wan Moting's gaze suddenly changed, and emotions surged intensely. He met Ye Qingfeng's eyes for a few seconds before silently lowering his head, biting his lips until they bled.
Ye Qingfeng did not offer words of comfort. He slowly turned around, a cold smile on his lips.
"It's good if it hurts. That way, when I kill her, you won't feel even more pain!"
After speaking, he directly swept towards the six members of Divine Punishment.
"What?"
Wan Moting's body shook, and the six experts, including Blood Slaughter, also narrowed their eyes slightly.
"Do you think you can kill us?"
Wan Molai found it to be the biggest joke in the world. He laughed sinisterly, "Little brother, you might not know who we are, but if you want to live, disappear from our sight quickly. For the sake of my younger brother, I'll let you go this time."
