Die

As the best amongst the Yuhu Sect disciples, Mo Qing couldn't look at Feng Hang at all, and he ignored the respectful and frightened gazes from some people.

"The eye is mine, Mo Qing, and I will take it out myself, so you don't have to do it for you!"

Mo Qing's gaze swept across Feng Hang's body faintly. What he said made them feel a little inexplicable. Isn't this just saving Yun Xiao's eyes? Why are you saying this again?

"Senior Brother Mo Qing, that… I said it, I didn't mean to do anything before, why would you…"

Yun Xiaolue touched her nose in embarrassment. It was natural in his heart that Mo Qing had spoken like this. It was clear that the anger he had seen had not dissipated that day. This is to settle accounts after Fall.

"Shut up!"