Drifting Towards You

Hearing Mu Beiting's voice, Zhao Xinning's hand movement paused slightly, and then he used more force and slammed it down.

But at the time of this meeting, Mu Beiting already flew up and kicked her over.

Looking at the dying woman covered in blood.

His eyes were scarlet, and the evil ghost was terrifying.

"Late...night...!" Mu Beiting hugged her tightly and roared, like a mad beast.

The woman in her arms was pale, covered in blood, her coat and hair were messy, and the stains of water were more bloodstained.

She closed her eyes motionless, and there was a panic in Mu Beiting's eyes.

The handsome face pressed tightly to her little face, trying to sense her temperature: "Late night, don't scare me... Don't scare me!"

Her face was cold, as if there was no anger.

Mu Beiting put his arms around her neck and pressed her cheeks to her cheeks repeatedly: "Wake up, I'll take you home! You wake me up, Su Xiangwan, you wake me up!"

Mu Beiting was full of gloomy birds and waited in a low voice.

She was so vivid and charming a few hours ago.

But at this moment, it looked like a flower that was about to wither.

Endless regret and panic filled his heart. The corners of his eyes were dripping blood, and he shook her body vigorously: "Late night, Su Xiangwan, open your eyes and look at me! I don't allow you to die, I hear you!"

At the end of the roar, his voice became muffled and choked.

Kneeling on the ground, hugging her tightly.

Su Xiangwan fell into a warm embrace in the chaos, with his familiar and warm breath.

Her eyelashes quivered and her fingers moved.

She was not dead, and she was still conscious.

It's just that every inch of his body hurts too much. Those fierce knives, falling on the skin and flesh, are really painful.

She moved her lips slightly, trying to speak.

The corners of the lips moved, and it hurt: "Mu...Mu Beiting..."

Hearing her movement, Mu Beiting suddenly froze, and looked down at her: "Late late... late?"

He squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and looked at her with scarlet eyes: "You're awake, you're awake!"

She twitched the corners of her lips: "It hurts..."

Hearing her opening, Mu Beiting was particularly nervous: "Where does it hurt?"

Su Xiangwan lowered his eyes lightly, breathing disorderly.

Su Xiangwan's eyes filled with tears, a little aggrieved: "It hurts everywhere."

Mu Beiting gently kissed the corner of her eye: "I will take you home."

"Okay..." Her voice choked.

Seeing Mu Beiting suddenly appeared, Zhao Xinning was full of unwillingness. She held the stick in her hand tightly, but was reluctant to fall on Mu Beiting.

But she was not willing, but Chen Changyi would not.

"Mu Beiting? You are the Mu family? Heh, do you hear that you are very arrogant? I want to see how good you are to trick Ningning so badly!" The man held a handful of one in his hand. The meter-long watermelon machete slowly stepped forward.

Mu Beiting didn't even look at him, but still lowered his head to talk to Su Xiangwan.

Su Xiangwan turned his head slightly to look at Xiang Yi who was thrown in the corner, the corner of his eyes was a little red: "Xiang Yi...help Xiangyi..."

Mu Beiting looked up, the man in the corner was more embarrassed than her.

He was covered with blood, and there was blood on the ground.

He was thrown in the corner of the rooftop. The black T-shirt on his shirt was already torn, and he was motionless, as if he didn't have the slightest breath.

At this time, Chen Changyi had already stepped forward quickly, facing Mu Beiting's back, and slashed it down.

Mu Beiting's eyes were dark, and he grabbed his wrist with his big hand and twisted it fiercely. He only heard a ‘click’, which was the sound of broken bones, and then he kicked his chest fiercely.

There was a heart-wrenching scream from the top of the building, and Mu Beiting made an extremely cruel move.

Chen Changyi only felt his chest tremble, staggering back a few steps, one hand was already shaking, and his head was sweating profusely.