"Tong Ran, calm down first!"
"Let her go!"
The always silent Mo Nanjue suddenly spoke up, his handsome face grim and his dark eyes churning with tumultuous waves. He advanced two steps, meeting Tong Ran's hate-filled gaze, "Tong Ran, are you sure, you want to kill me?"
There was a hint of resoluteness in his magnetic voice.
At his words, Tong Ran nodded vigorously, her thoughts scattered and on the brink of collapse. Chen An held her with both hands and could feel how difficult it was for her even to breathe.
Seeing this, a trace of pity appeared in Chen An's eyes. Being provoked like this, any other woman would have probably gone mad by now.
After all, Tong Ran was not like them, accustomed to the sight of blood and slaughter. She was just an ordinary girl...with a person dying right in front of her, and in such a manner....
Indeed, no one could accept this.
"Yes, I am sure, I want to kill you, I want to kill..."
