Oblivion
"Brother, don't do it. It's weird. Don't do it."
Zhao Shuning's words came out of her mouth.
Zhao Huai had already reached Mo Yan's side.
A short distance away.
"What's so strange about it? Ning, how dare he insult you like this? Does he really think that this noble one is a child's play?"
He spread his wings.
Zhao Huai's hands.
He had actually transformed into the shape of a dragon claw.
The claw descended.
Mo Yan's flesh would definitely split open, and blood would flow incessantly.
But...
A strange thing happened.
Mo Yan actually didn't dodge.
Not only that.
He even took the initiative to greet her.
Yan Ruyu's flute sound also came from his lips.
The flute tune was sometimes melodious.
Sometimes it was hurried.
Zhao Huai's figure kept changing as the sound of the flute rose and fell.
Mo Yan was cooperating with Zhao Huai and Yan Ruyu.