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"Ah ~ Shui Yan ~"

The Mo Huang family was sent to the frontlines. Molda personally grabbed her arm and kicked her back. She forced Mo Huang's neck to be exposed and then pulled the scimitar out of its sheath.

Mom!

At that moment, Mo Yan's heart was in her throat! A rage that he had never felt before burned his brain. She actually abandoned her previous calmness and started to threaten him.

"Morda, I warn you!"

"If anything were to happen to my mother today! I swear, even if you run all the way to the north and south, I will still hunt you down with everything I've learned! You will definitely die like a blade of grass! "

Molda laughed out loud, his long eyelashes shining with tears. He emphasized the words, "A lifelong lesson?", "To make me die worse than a blade of grass?" After saying this, the large and small expression on his face abruptly changed, as he lifted his leg to kneel down at Mo Huang, slashing the scimitar across his chin. A faint line of blood appeared on Mo Huang's chin. Soon after, more beads of blood gushed out of the blood and muddle-headedly dyed his collar red.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly dropped to the freezing point. "What happened?" Ink Yan asked in a trembling voice. She felt like she couldn't breathe. What are you doing? "

"Mopf ~" Molda answered matter-of-factly.

"As a slave, you actually dared to barge into my Sky Wolf Army Camp to spy on us! Your mother, because she raised a traitor like you, has committed even more crimes. Of course, she has to be shameless and kill you in public! "

"You dare?"

Ink Yan roared.

Molda's voice rose in pitch, as he dug two fingers into the skin of Mo Huang's chin. With a gloomy face, he asked, "Do you think I dare?"

Clang!

The dragon fell to the ground in her hands. All the calm intelligence that she had trained as a secret service agent for all these years was shattered. She slightly lowered her body and said in a low voice.

"I surrender!"

"Then come out!"

From time to time, Molda would urge him again!

"Come out slowly!"

"Don't play tricks on me!"

"Otherwise, I'll kill your mother immediately!"

As a spectator, Murong Hao looked worriedly at Ink Yan. She should have known how cunning Molda was. But even so, she still chose to surrender, leaving her life in someone else's hands! How could this be allowed? While everyone else was focused on the confrontation, Murong Hao stealthily shot a look at his vice general and silently mouthed — Fire. Subsequently, the deputy general understood and quietly retreated to the rear camp.

At this moment, Ink Yan had already taken the first step of surrender.

The wolves at her feet began to circle around her in anxious circles, blocking her, as if warning her not to trust Mordor.

However, even if Ink Yan knew that this was a conspiracy, so what? She was no longer the cold and self-assured Chinese secret service agent. This stolen mother's love attracted her soul more than any military honor or reward, causing her to instantly burst out with boundless passion. She would rather risk her life as a wager to try out that tiny bit of hope.

Ow ~

Soon the first gray wolf to try to block their way was pushed aside by Ink Yan. It began to call out a warning, biting the bottom of Ink Mist's pants, telling her to follow it. The White Wolf King was in the car behind her. To give up the helper at hand and trust the cunning enemy, even wolves knew that they couldn't do that!

Ink Yan was so heartbroken that she bowed her head and thanked Gray Wolf. Her eyes were empty and numb.

"Hurry up!"

"Don't dilly-dally!"

Mo Da stood at the other side with his hand holding Mo Huang as if he had obtained a Gold Medallion of Immunity. His status instantly became one head higher than Mo Yan, showing even more impatience. His line of sight had already unconsciously locked onto a spot five meters in front of him. It was a good place — ten meters away from the dragon, and just in time to catch him in the encirclement.

At that time, Morda had already thought it through. As long as the Ink Mist walked this far. He would immediately slaughter the Mo Clan and then release people to capture her! As a result, even if it was her own skill, but she was unarmed, and had a lot of battles, even if she had to fight in the middle, she would still have to kneel down and sing a song of conquest!