Two years ago, the mere fifteen-year-old scion of the Lin family, in front of the colossal behemoth that is the Murong clan, made a vow! Two years later, no one knows what he has gone through, but from the moment of his return, he radiates a brilliance that seems to compete with heaven and earth! (Note: The protagonist of this book is very aloof, cold, and passionate. Those who like to read about a military king's ambiguous romances and flirts, please bypass this one.)
Seeing this scene, everyone from the Yan Family fixed their gazes on Lin Mo.
He's a dead man!
There's no way this guy can survive.
To them, Lin Mo was simply courting death.
If Lin Mo had been more cooperative earlier, admitting his mistakes and apologizing, perhaps Yan Tong would have only crippled his limbs rather than kill him.
But now, heh... he's undoubtedly doomed to die!
Sensing an extremely fierce gust of wind, even Long San and Lu Haotian, who stood behind Lin Mo, changed expressions, showing some fear.
Feng Qingzhu could even feel a deathly aura approaching.
She was certain that if it were herself, she wouldn't even have the chance to dodge; she would be killed on the spot by Yan Tong's grasp.
"Die, you brat!"
Yan Tong was only inches away from Lin Mo. In the blink of an eye, those lethal, dangerous claws reached for Lin Mo's neck.