Anger

Zong Zhengyu held Mu Anan in his arms. He could clearly feel Mu Anan's body temperature rising, and her face was flushed unnaturally.

Her eyes were wet and unfocused.

Countless bite marks appeared on her arm!

The moment he saw Mu Anan in such a sorry state, Zong Zhengyu's entire body was filled with rage!

"Luo Sen!"

When the extremely low voice fell, even Luo Sen felt a shock.

Seventh Master was enraged.

Luo Sen hurriedly took a step forward. "Seventh Master, I know what to do."

Zong Zhengyu carried Mu Anan in his arms.

His jaw tensed up in anger.

Without saying anything, his ruthlessness had already sentenced these people to death!

Zong Zhengyu had just carried Mu Anan off the stage when Liang Pan was already forcefully stuffed into the gift box.

The moment the gift box door closed, Liang Pan's cries for help were cut off.