The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 594 Who ordered you?
Mo Junting appeared at the door like a god, and his body was full of the aura of an emperor who ruled the world.Those eyes were as deep blue as the starry sky in the dark night, filled with turbulent anger, but also like a sharp knife that had just been opened, flashing a shocking coldness.

Mo Junting... Mo Junting...

Yan Zhixin's whole body was burnt to the point of unconsciousness, but looking at his figure, even if she could only see the outline, was enough to make her heart full of despair burn again.

She was like a bird trying to break free from its shackles, and she just wanted to crash into his arms at this moment.

Zhang Yihong clasped her shoulders, trying to threaten Mo Junting, but when he met Mo Junting's eyes, which were like thousands of mountains of ice and snow, he instantly felt as if he had fallen into hell.

Before he had time to say the shouting words, Yan Zhixin stretched out his hand towards Mo Junting with the last of his strength.

The moment trembling fingertips touched his, he held her wrist instead, dragged her away from Zhang Yihong's side with absolute momentum, and kicked her out.

Zhang Yihong slammed into the carved solid wood table and fell to the ground again.

Mo Junting ordered in a cold voice: "My limbs are stretched."

The bodyguards entered the door, pressed Zhang Yihong to the floor, and broke the tendons in his hands and hamstrings.

Zhang Yihong screamed like a pig being killed.

Mo Junting lowered his eyes to look at Yan Zhixin who was in his arms. Yan Zhixin's face was leaning against his shoulder, smelling the breath that made her feel at ease, and feeling the strength that could support her whole body, she completely relaxed.

The effect of the medicine that was tightly suppressed was like a tide rushing thousands of miles in an instant.

Mo Junting pressed her hand, clasped the back of her head, looked at her blurred eyes, his eyes dimmed slightly: "Ling Feng!"

Ling Feng was already ready. As soon as he opened his mouth, he stepped forward and drew a tube of blood from the hand he was holding down.

Yan Zhixin flinched in pain, Mo Junting held her down to prevent her from moving, and looked at Zhang Yihong who was howling and writhing in pain with a cold and indifferent expression: "Who ordered you?"

Zhang Yihong was so painful that he lost control of his urine, and the smell of blood was extremely unpleasant.

He looked at the noble man like a god in horror, and for the first time felt that his feet were stepping on the edge of hell.

He opened his mouth, wanting to scold this unfair world and Yan Zhixin, but he couldn't scold anything in front of this man.

Seeing that he did not answer, Mo Junting stepped on his hand.

Zhang Yihong twitched in pain, finally came back to his senses, and tremblingly said: "It's not me, it's not me... Someone ordered me to do this... That person, he said he could support me, and sent me a lot of people... If you treat me like this, he will definitely avenge me!
(End of this chapter)