"Master!"
"Young Master!"
The smiling Xiao Yayun and the expressionless yet utterly devout-eyed Ingrid instantly returned to Qing Mo's side!
To the two of them, those few overconfident men just now had not even been enough for a warm-up. They had thought they were something formidable—tch!
"Y-You... you...!"
Bang...!
The orange-dressed woman, blood continuously pouring from her abdomen, her face growing ever paler and her eyes long filled with terror, was casually tossed before Qing Mo and the others by Dong Qingyou, kicking up a little dust!
"Why leave her alive? Just kill her!"
Looking at the orange-dressed woman thrown before them, Yun Zhiyi's voice was cold, her eyes full of disdain for the woman!
"Y-You killed my brother, and now you still dare to kill... kill me?!"
"I'm telling you, I am... ah...!"
"What do you mean, 'you are'?" Dong Qingyou raised her leg and stomped down, planting the woman's head directly into the ground. "It's not like we haven't killed your people before!"
"One more of you doesn't make much difference!"
"She keeps going on and on about her brother. Just who is her brother?!" Azure Frost still wore a slightly puzzled expression!
"Oh! I remember now!" Chengcheng's willow brows rose as she hurriedly turned to Feng Shayan!
"Shayan! Do you remember that 'gift' Master specially prepared for you back when you were training with them elsewhere?"
"That head belonging to one of Sima Zhongyi's friends...!"
"I think that guy's surname was Huo!"
At Chengcheng's reminder, Feng Shayan, who had still kept that 'gift,' immediately showed a look of sudden realization!
Feng Shayan had originally planned to take out this special 'gift' and throw it before that dog bastard Sima Zhongyi when they met again!
"Is your brother... this guy?!"
With some doubt in her heart, Feng Shayan