The sword tip pierced into the heart, and Mo Ji lifted his eyelids slightly, looking at the girl-like woman in front of him.
The pain made her face slightly twisted, yet her eyes revealed a cunning delight, as if she was planning another trick.
Mo Ji lowered his gaze, withdrew the sword, and the blood almost gushed out.
He retreated expressionlessly.
"Oh... so much suffering..." Tao Fen sighed on the side.
Suffering?
Mo Ji lowered his head to wipe the blood off the sword, then disappeared back into the shadows.
To break the evil skill of Tonghua Valley, only by going through death can one find life.
No one is more suited to strike this perilous blow than him.
Mo Ji glanced at the wound.
Precisely on target.
Ah, it couldn't have been anyone but him!
...
In the midst of ever-changing events, not everyone is worth paying attention to.
Mo Ji heard news of Hua Jian again, and it was already a year later.
