She had no way out, so she cruelly grabbed a vase and smashed it against the wall. With a bang, the vase shattered all over the floor.

She picked up a sharp broken piece of porcelain, pointed it at him with shaking fingers, and said in a panicked and broken voice: "Don't come over here, I will kill you."

Mo Fengya looked at the piece of porcelain in her hand and pursed his thin lips into a sneer, with contempt and disdain in his eyes.

"You want to hurt me just because of it? Also, your hands are shaking so much, be careful not to hurt yourself, otherwise I will feel very distressed."

He is actually not afraid. By the way, Purgatory said that his skills are better than his own.[

How could she be his opponent? Ye Chuqing couldn't help but cling to the bed and angrily gouging him:

"I'm not kidding, even a dog will jump over a wall if he is anxious. If you push me again, I will fight you. If you don't come over, I will definitely do this."

"Hmph, I want to see how you can fight with me." Mo Fengya's eyes were full of disapproval, and his half-drunken voice was hoarse and evil.

A sneer escaped from his lips, and he stepped closer to her than the bed.

Like a powerful hunter, he approaches his prey slowly and playfully, enjoying watching its fear and death struggle.

Ye Chuqing's face became paler and paler. As she watched him walk in step by step, she felt like a bird caught in a net. She was almost driven crazy by him.

What happened to this man today? Why did his temperament change so drastically? He seemed to be maliciously trying to torture her and make her suffer.

"Mo Fengya, go to hell." Ye Chuqing fiercely slashed the fragment towards his chest.

Poof... a splash of blood splashed onto her face, which was extremely shocking when faced with the astonished white face.

Ye Chuqing held the broken piece of porcelain dripping with blood, her eyes widened, as if she was suddenly stunned.

There was a deep wound on Mo Fengya's smooth right chest, and blood was pouring out, but his face was unusually calm, as calm as a dead forest.

His bottomless eyes stared at Ye Chuqing for a moment, showing neither anger nor emotion.

It's just like a pool of stagnant water without any life.

"Do you even want to kill me?"

He opened his mouth slightly, his lips were a little white, and the light in his eyes was so transparent and sad and filled with indescribable irony.

Ye Chuqing was shocked by his extremely weird behavior.

Seeing the blood flowing continuously from his chest, the porcelain piece in his hand fell to the ground weakly.
Chapter completed!