Several helicopters appeared in the rainstorm sky.

Rain, wind, sea and waves overlap, and Monet can't hear the helicopter descending slowly.

The bloodstains on Muchu flute's neck stimulated his eyes. He appreciated Muchu flute's expression of grief and indignation.

Mu Chudi should really let Shen Jingchuan see what he is like now.

The people Shen Jingchuan held in his hands are now in such a state of awkwardness.

"I don't pity Jade, dare to move again, it's only you who regret it."

The cold knife rests firmly on Muchu flute's neck. The tender white skin is constantly spilling blood, which is very frightening.

Boom, a thunder splits down, accompanied by...