YanJingchen looked down at the blood gushing from his abdomen in disbelief. The scissor was still held in Mu Zhian's hand, and the tip of the scissor was dripping with dark red and thick blood.

　　With tears all over her face, Mu Zhian said with trembling lips, "YanJingchen, let's stop here. It should have ended long ago. I will return the life my mother owed to you now!"

　　After saying that, he stabbed the scissors at his neck with his right hand!

　　"How dare you?" with a roar, YanJingchen rushed up and grabbed the scissor from Mu Zhian's hand regardless of his serious injury. The scissor scratched her snow-white neck,...