Not to heaven

Ah ...

Ah ...

Oh ...

In the narrow corridor, from the bottom to the top, several screams were heard.

Zhao Yu grabbed the flower-masked criminal and hung him in the air. The green-masked criminal was on the ground and grabbed the criminal's hand. Amerolaha used a metal chain to wrap around the green-masked criminal's neck, while the red-masked criminal stabbed amerolaha's lower abdomen with the dagger.

"Oh ..."

In an instant, blood flowed from the corner of mellaura's mouth, but her hands did not relax. She still held on to the lock tightly.

"Go to hell!"

The red-masked criminal was eager to save her. He flicked his wrist and pulled out the dagger.

Pfft ...

Mellaura spat out a mouthful of blood. She had been seriously injured, but the determined girl still stared at the red-masked criminal fiercely, and the lock in her hand did not loosen at all.