Mo Yunge was tired and finally stopped.

"Forget it, there's no rush to kill you."

Mo Yunge's voice was faint, and he looked at Mo Ziyan's eyes with contempt, "Mo Ziyan, while you still have this time of life, you'd better think about it, whether you want to die and be relieved, when you figure it out, when to tell me, where are the funds." ”

"You're dreaming."

Mo Ziyan was whipped for three full hours, and now the whole person was drenched in blood, almost collapsed, and when he heard Mo Yunge's words, he could only barely raise his eyelids, and spoke weakly, "Mo Yunge, you are dead...... This heart, this king...... It's dead...... I won't let you, a femme fatale, succeed! ”

"Hmph, when death is coming, you should continue to be hard-mouthed."

Mo Yunge sneered and left the secret room.

The door to the chamber was closed again, and everything fell silent again. Mo Ziyan coughed several times, drooping his eyelids, and looked at his surroundings.

After Mo Yunge and Mo Qianhan entered Frost Staining City, they occupied the City Lord's Mansion of Frost Staining City, although it was not clear where it was, but thinking about the place where Mo Yunge and Mo Qianhan could go, he could also guess that this was obviously a firewood room in the City Lord's Mansion.

Is it possible that someone will be able to spot him?

Mo Ziyan closed his eyes and listened carefully for a while, and found that Mo Yunge did not place a guard at the door, he cleared his throat and shouted with a hoarse throat.

"Come on, come on."

"Is there anyone outside? Help, come and save this king! ”

"This king is the little prince of Zhongzhou, who can save this king, this king has a heavy reward!"

Mo Ziyan's voice had become very low and hoarse during Mo Yunge's execution.

After shouting for a while, his voice was already overwhelmed, and he made a muffled, thick, muddy sound.

Mo Yunge was tired and finally stopped.

"Forget it, there's no rush to kill you."

Mo Yunge's voice was faint, and he looked at Mo Ziyan's eyes with contempt, "Mo Ziyan, while you still have this time of life, you'd better think about it, whether you want to die and be relieved, when you figure it out, when to tell me, where are the funds." ”

"You're dreaming."

Mo Ziyan was whipped for three full hours, and now the whole person was drenched in blood, almost collapsed, and when he heard Mo Yunge's words, he could only barely raise his eyelids, and spoke weakly, "Mo Yunge, you are dead...... This heart, this king...... It's dead...... I won't let you, a femme fatale, succeed! ”

"Hmph, when death is coming, you should continue to be hard-mouthed."

Mo Yunge sneered and left the secret room.

The door to the chamber was closed again, and everything fell silent again. Mo Ziyan coughed several times, drooping his eyelids, and looked at his surroundings.

After Mo Yunge and Mo Qianhan entered Frost Staining City, they occupied the City Lord's Mansion of Frost Staining City, although it was not clear where it was, but thinking about the place where Mo Yunge and Mo Qianhan could go, he could also guess that this was obviously a firewood room in the City Lord's Mansion.

Is it possible that someone will be able to spot him?

Mo Ziyan closed his eyes and listened carefully for a while, and found that Mo Yunge did not place a guard at the door, he cleared his throat and shouted with a hoarse throat.

"Come on, come on."

"Is there anyone outside? Help, come and save this king! ”

"This king is the little prince of Zhongzhou, who can save this king, this king has a heavy reward!"

Mo Ziyan's voice had become very low and hoarse during Mo Yunge's execution.

After shouting for a while, his voice was already overwhelmed, and he made a muffled, thick, muddy sound.