"No, the heart is about to stop." Mo was also anxiously pacing around, and he directly took out the poison, secretly making up his mind: "Damn it, I'm going all out." Using poison to fight poison, Luo Qianqian's heart-wrenching cries were too much for him to bear.
If Luo Qianqian dies... there would likely be big trouble.
"...Brother, I beg you, I'll listen to you from now on, okay?" Luo Qianqian, choking with sobs and tears blurred, didn't even bother to wipe them away. Blood and snot were running into her mouth, but she dared not stop: "I don't want the Nine Heavens Pavilion. Let's go back to find Dad, live a stable life, okay? There's our Shangqi Club, our childhood and youth, brother... please..."
"Mo, there's another way." Yan looked at Luo Qianqian's frail and helpless back and ultimately sighed, speaking slowly.
Mo's body paused.
"Gu, right?" Mo said in a low voice.
