The terrifying Xing

He stared at these people, and his gaze finally fell on mo Yancheng.

"Mo Yancheng? It really is you. " He snorted coldly.

Mo Yancheng walked up to him and looked at him deeply without saying a word.

The man felt a chill run down his spine as he was being stared at, and he shut up subconsciously.

"Do you remember this?" Mo Yancheng took out a piece of Jade and handed it to her.

The man looked at him and spat at mo Yancheng.

"Pfft, what's that?" He said in a frivolous manner, not putting them in his eyes at all.

Mo Wen walked forward and stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, forcing him to raise his head. He lifted the person up with one hand. The person's feet kept struggling. After his feet left the ground, his expression became uglier and uglier, and he was a little breathless.

"You, let, let me down." The person glared at mo Wen.

At this moment, a 'ze rushed in from outside and punched the man's abdomen.

"Ah," he said. The man screamed in pain.