If she was hit, there would be only death and no hope of survival, which was why she didn't like to take action.
If she took action every time, many people would probably die at her hands.
Linglong didn't know how she died until the last moment.
She slowly lowered her head and looked at the hole in her stomach, her face blank.
How could she be defeated by that woman?
"How did you do that?"
Linglong raised her eyes, her face was pale, and her lips trembled slightly.
Never would she have thought that she would be killed in a Mo family organization today, and that she would die at the hands of a woman she despised.
Yan Xiaomo sighed lowly and shook his head, "I didn't want to kill anyone, but you are such a hateful woman.
I can't control myself."
Fortunately, this Linglong was caused by a system loophole, so Yan Xiaomo didn't feel any guilt.
"Just because I don't kill people doesn't mean that I'm a weakling who can be manipulated and bullied.
You will lose because you underestimated me."
Yan Xiaomo smiled proudly, and the expression on Linglong's face was like a palette.
Yes, it has changed again and again.
Linglong fell to the ground and suddenly laughed crazily.
The devilish smile made Yan Xiaomo frown tightly.
This woman on the verge of death didn't know what she was smiling about.
"It won't be long for you, and we will meet in hell soon."
Linglong's eyes widened and she cursed fiercely.
Even if I die, I still have two people to support me, so I won't be lonely on the road to hell.
Unfortunately, Linglong’s plan failed.
Yan Xiaomo half-crouched next to Linglong's body, and gently traced her fingers across the corners of Linglong's eyebrows, leaving a red mark on it with her nails.
"Your poison has no effect on me.
I won't die."
"You" Before Linglong finished speaking, she felt her throat tightened and her eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.
She could no longer speak.
Yan Xiaomo's face was immersed in haze, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, the strength in her hands tightened, and cold and ruthless words came out of her mouth, "Shh, don't talk, the god of death is calling you."
Linglong's eyes gradually became hollow, her legs struggled twice and then stopped moving.
Zhao Ziheng stared closely at the scene in front of him.
Yan Xiaomo was wrapped in a layer of black mist, and his body exuded the aura of death, making people dare not approach him at all.
If someone stood in front of Yan Xiaomo, they would see a pair of red eyes glowing on that gloomy and cold face.
"Xiao Mo" Zhao Ziheng took two steps in the direction of Yan Xiaomo.
The aura on her body was so strange, as if she was another person.
He wasn't afraid, just worried.
Yan Xiaomo heard someone calling her and suddenly woke up.
What happened just now?
He lowered his head and found that his own hand was actually pinching Linglong's neck.
He took half a step back in panic and fell to the ground.
Yan Xiaomo wiped his hands on his clothes.
His body and consciousness seemed to be controlled by something just now.
"Xiaomo, are you okay?"
Zhao Ziheng hurriedly walked over and helped Yan Xiaomo up, looking at Yan Xiaomo's body with worried eyes.
Yan Xiaomo shook his head blankly and asked Zhao Ziheng, "What happened just now?"
"You choked Linglong, and" Zhao Ziheng suddenly paused, hesitating whether to tell Yan Xiaomo what he saw. oshow7: