Chapter 1193: Elegant state of mind The pain in her throat felt like it was being burned.
Wen Ya opened her eyes with difficulty.
After her vision blurred for a while, Mo Nan's expressionless and stunning face appeared.
"Why are you?"
Wenya opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Without saying a word, Mo Nan stepped forward and punched Wen Ya on the abdomen again. puff A large mouthful of blood mist spurted out from Wen Ya's mouth, and his whole body slid down the wall as limply as mud, falling to the ground and twitching continuously.
"Why, why are you doing this to me?"
Wenya raised her head reluctantly, covering her belly with one hand and trying to sit up, but before she could lift her chest completely, Mo Nan's bare feet as white as jade had already lightly kicked her chest. .
Although this kick is not very powerful for Mo Nan, for ordinary people, it is more than enough to break rocks and steel.
Wenya's pupils suddenly expanded, and his body flew down like a small cannonball.
There was a muffled bang, and the wall that was hit trembled for a few times before collapsing.
The rubble and broken bricks immediately buried half of Wenya's body. .
Blood continued to overflow from her mouth.
In her eyes, Mo Nan's figure was getting closer and closer.
Wenya wanted to struggle, but she was severely injured and couldn't use any strength at all.
This alley was already extremely secluded and rarely visited by people, so Wenya didn't expect anyone to find her.
Now she just wants to know why Mo Nan attacked her so hard without saying anything when she showed up this time.
With the opponent's strength, it was no problem to kill her with one move, so why did she choose to use this method of physical torture.
Wen Ya felt that her heart was about to break, tears flashed in her beautiful eyes, and finally merged into two trickles and flowed down her cheeks.
Tears flowed into my mouth, and I couldn't tell whether it tasted bitter or sweet.
"Why?"
Wen Ya raised her eyes and looked at Mo Nan.
Mo Nan's face was covered with frost.
"Die."
Mo Nan said, raising his foot and stepping towards Wen Ya's head.
The wind was so strong that Wenya felt a roar in her ears.
She could already foresee the scene of her bursting into pieces in the next second.
A ray of white light suddenly shot down like lightning, aiming directly at Mo Nan's ankle.
If Mo Nan continued to step on it, Wen Ya's head would definitely turn into a smashed watermelon, but the consequence would be that her legs would also be pierced by the white light.
Without any hesitation, Mo Nan quickly stepped back.
The white light almost hit her feet directly, and they were nailed to the ground with a buzzing sound.
There was not much expression on Mo Nan's face, she raised her head and looked in the direction where the white light came from.
Under the direct sunlight, a figure squatted staggeringly on the wall, and a cynical laughter came over: "Hey, beauty, what do you want to do to my woman?"
Wenya had already closed her eyes and waited for death.
Although she was unwilling to do so, she had no regrets about dying in the hands of someone she admired.
But after losing consciousness, she was surprised to find that she was still alive, and the burning pain all over her body was the best proof.
Weirdly, she opened her eyes and heard a voice coming from not far away.
"It's Liang Xi."
Wen Ya felt happy, but then she was filled with resentment and confusion, "Didn't he already leave?
Didn't he run away after playing with me?
Why are you back now?
Who is his woman again?"
Liang Xi naturally didn't know what Wen Ya was thinking right now, so he jumped down from the wall with a smile and stood between Mo Nan and Wen Ya.
The stars were still buzzing on the ground, and the crackling lightning shattered the ground into dense spider web-like cracks.
"Hey, this beauty looks familiar.
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We should have met before.
How about this?
Since we are so destined, you call me good husband three times and I won't hit my woman.
Let's figure it out, how about it?"
Liang Xi's eyes glanced back and forth at Mo Nan's breasts in her low-cut long skirt and her long legs that were half-covered and half-exposed.
With a crash, Wenya pushed aside the gravel pressing on her body and stood up unsteadily.
Her face was pale and her steps were staggering, as if she was about to fall down any second.
"You're not dead yet.
Your life is really tough."
Liang Xi turned her face slightly and said indifferently.
The resentment in Wen Ya's chest suddenly surged out, and tears of grievance burst out of her eyes: "Who wants you to care?
Didn't you find out that I was following you a long time ago?
Didn't you like to play with me?
Now that you see me being beaten like this, Are you happy?"
The tears in her eyes and the dust on her face combined, making Wenya look like a painted face, but it also gave people a different and thrilling beauty.
"It's actually quite funny."
Liang Xi couldn't help but let out a sigh.
Wenya was so angry that she wanted to step on him under her feet and stomp a few more times, but now she couldn't use any strength at all.
She could only barely support her crumbling body and looked resentfully at Mo Nan in front of her.
Mo Nan didn't even look at her, which made Wen Ya feel despair.
"Why, it seems like a different person."
Wen Ya felt as if her heart had been torn into pieces.
"Beauty, why don't you speak?"
Liang Xi looked at Mo Nan playfully, her eyes rolling around.
"You don't care what other people do!
I have nothing to do with you.
If she wants to kill you, just let her kill me."
Wenya swallowed a mouthful of blood and tears, cried to Liang Xi, and staggered forward.
A storm of snow rose in Mo Nan's eyes, and several streaks of satin-like white light swirled rapidly in her hands.
A huge scythe suddenly touched Wen Ya's neck amidst the howling cold wind.
Wenya didn't expect that Mo Nan would really kill her.
She stared blankly at the sickle blade getting closer and closer to her, and her heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
Suddenly a strong force came from her arm, and the elegant body fell backwards involuntarily.
She let out a soft cry, and the blade of the sickle almost brushed the tip of her nose, and the sharp blade cut off the hair on her forehead.
Several of them, even their eyelashes, could feel the passing light of the knife.
A warm and powerful feeling came from my back.
This kind of feeling had never happened to me before, and I felt slightly absent-minded for a moment.
When she came to her senses for a moment, the tip of the sickle stabbed her neck again.
Wenya could even see the biting snow on the tip of the knife.
Perhaps because of the warm feeling behind her back, Wenya did not stay in a daze this time, but subconsciously shrank back.
There seemed to be a voice in her heart driving her closer to the warmth.
Almost at the same moment, the crystal clear spear stabbed out from the side of Wen Ya's ear.
The shining blue tip of the spear and the tip of the knife collided violently in mid-air.
There was a crisp sound of gold and stone hitting, and bright sparks.
They exploded in mid-air, with a loud roar, the ground shook violently, and the surrounding walls all sunk inwards
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