"She hasn't died, she hasn't died, she's not dead yet! I can save her, I can save her!" Qiao Mu struggled to get out of his embrace.
Yet how was Mo Lian going to let her go? He hugged her tightly while simultaneously comforting her in a soothing voice. "Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, it's alright. Look at me, Qiaoqiao."
Qiao Mu's vision had blurred from crying. She looked up dazedly at him.
"It's alright, Qiaoqiao. Qiaoqiao." He patted her trembling body on the back and consoled her softly, "I'm here. I will protect you, Qiaoqiao."
Qiao Mu looked at him. The man's pitch-black and abyssal eyes seemed to give her an inexplicable peace of mind.
"Rescue them." Mo Lian turned to order Little Despot and the rest.
Everyone understood, and they quickly darted out the door to break down the dirt prison cells.
The scenes inside were simply terrible to look at!
Every person who got carried out was either like a tattered doll or on their deathbed.
