Old Man Wei
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mo Wen's lips curled up into a cold smile. He extended a finger and an invisible ripple emanated. In the next moment, that bunch of gray rays that had just escaped out the window stopped for a bit, before suddenly flying backwards. It was like an invisible thing had pulled on that thing.
Soon, that bunch of grey rays fell into Mo Wen's palm.
Looking at the bunch of rays in his palm, Mo Wen grasped his five fingers and that bunch of grey rays immediately got reduced to ashes and dispersed into the air.
In the main hall below the villa, that second brother of Xu Qianqian let out a dull hum, before a mouthful of fresh blood flowed out of his mouth.
He looked to the upper levels of the villa in shock and anger, with a cold look that was cursing people in his eyes. His handsome face had been distorted and it looked like a very demented expression, as if he was a living evil spirit.
"Who is that? Who killed my Darling Wei?"