Did Miss Mo counterattack today?

Chapter 283 Mo Xingyan Gets Angry

Seaside villa.

In the dark room, Su Zhen was lying on the bed peacefully, the light in the spotlight by the bedside was still flickering, but for some unknown reason, the color changed.

The faint blue light before had now turned into an orange-red light, emitting a weirdness from behind the black curtain.

Su Zhen was still in a coma, her face was frighteningly pale, and her breathing became weaker.

Mo Xingyan picked up the soul-gathering lamp, but his eyebrows tightened in an instant, and his eyes were filled with murderous aura.

Outside the door, An Yang stood there with a haggard face, and Le Zhi stood beside him, her lips pursed tightly, her whole body was very stiff.

Anyang frowned, his expression unprecedentedly serious.

Just then, the door opened.

The moment Mo Xingyan walked out, Anyang raised his head, "Mr. Mo..."

A figure flew past in front of her, Le Zhi's scream rang in her ears, and she was dragged in violently.

Anyang's expression froze, and he followed subconsciously, "Mr. Mo..."

Le Zhi was thrown heavily to the ground, one hand was wrapped around her slender neck, tightening it forcefully.

That strength was not a joke, Le Zhi's expression changed all of a sudden.

Her whole body was lifted up, her feet gradually left the ground, and the hand around her neck was still tightening. Le Zhi only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and her throat seemed to be strangled.She couldn't even open her eyes, she subconsciously grasped the man's strong arm with both hands, and struggled subconsciously.

Anyang's voice came from next to his ear, "Mr. Mo, what did Le Zhi do wrong?"

Mo Xingyan's face was stern, his handsome face was full of murderous intent, and Le Zhi's painful face was reflected in his eyes, but he showed no pity, just like a god of death.

Anyang's heart skipped a beat.

After following Mo Xingyan for so many years, he already knew his temper.

It's just that he has always been indifferent, and rarely gets angry like this.

Le Zhi must have done something...

An Yang's gaze fell on Le Zhi's face, seeing that she was breathing in more air than exhaling it, and she couldn't think too much, so she plopped and knelt down at Mo Xingyan's feet.

Mo Xingyan finally glanced sideways at him, but he didn't stop, his eyes were still cold.

"Mr. Mo, Anyang is willing to pay one life for one life."

Mo Xingyan's pupils shrank slightly.

The bedroom was silent for a few seconds, and with a plop, Le Zhi fell to the ground.

Le Zhi curled up with difficulty, her whole body was shaking violently, she didn't know if it was from fright or something else.

She covered her heart, breathing heavily and coughing.

Anyang only glanced at her, then reached out and took out a short dagger from his body, pulled out the scabbard, and stabbed at his heart.

At the very moment, a hand grabbed his wrist, and the tip of the knife was only less than one-tenth of a centimeter away from his skin.

Just a little!
A few minutes later, the living room downstairs.

Le Zhi had already recovered, but there was still a burning pain in her throat, and her whole face was pale due to excessive fright.

Anyang stood beside her, with a trace of tiredness in his expression, blood red in his eyes.

The man standing in front of the window finally spoke, "What is added to the Soul Gathering Lamp?"

As soon as these words came out, Anyang was shocked, and then frowned and looked at Le Zhi.

Le Zhi shivered, but bit the corner of her lips, and did not answer immediately.

Anyang frowned, "Le Zhi, you'd better tell the truth, or I won't be able to keep you."

Le Zhi froze.

If Anyang hadn't interceded just now, she would have been a corpse now.

Le Zhi lowered her head, her voice hoarse, "My... blood."

(End of this chapter)