Mo Yuxun looked at Shen Yanxiao and slowly said, "You and Lord Ouyang are both my saviors. The death of either of you is not what I want to see. Since I told you all this, I naturally let down Lord Ouyang."
Shen Yanxiao's heart jumped.
Mo Yuxun suddenly picked up the spear on the ground and stabbed his heart.
The sharp spearhead pierced through his heart in an instant, and scarlet blood blossomed like a cruel and mournful blood flower on his chest.
"I have repaid your kindness." A drop of blood slipped from the corner of Mo Yuxun's mouth. He looked at Shen Yanxiao, and his blood-stained lips blossomed with a brilliant smile. "I have betrayed Lord Ouyang; naturally, I will apologize with my death…"
His tall figure collapsed with a bang and a large amount of blood covered the ground.
Shen Yanxiao looked at Mo Yuxun, who was finally freed by death, in shock. Her throat seemed to be stuck, and even her voice could be heard.
