The next moment, she said, "Haha, if he is dead, I'm afraid he'd be lonely. Might as well, we husband and wife go down together to keep him company. To make up a game of mahjong... Hehe, I'll drag you into this, Demon Emperor, for sure!"
The last sentence, cold and faint, yet extraordinarily mysterious.
It was determination, as well as conviction.
Or perhaps, it was a kind of oath...
Mo Liancheng's eyes slightly warmed, a thousand feelings welled up in his heart.
With a wife like this, what more could he regret?
And this statement also successfully curbed Mo Yifeng's thoughts of suicide.
That's it... If he died, the two of them wouldn't live either!
Then what's the point of him killing himself? Better to stay calm as a hostage.
"Idiots, both big idiots! Haha! I like this! Only... what is mahjong?" Mo Yifeng was seriously injured, but his long, narrow phoenix eyes shone even more brightly.
