Lan Ling was so frightened that her mind was blank that when she plunged into Xiaoya's arms, she held her tightly like a drowning man who had caught the straw to save his life. She trembled all over, her face was black and blue, and she could not say a word any more.

In front of him, the cold son did not stop for a moment. He grabbed Mabaoshan's two fingers and wrenched them behind him. At the same time, his left knee was fiercely crowned on the top of him. His left knee was already crowned on Mabaoshan's chest, which was only one meter and sixty-four meters old.

Although...