Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

From the forehead to the chin, Mo Qian's face was left with a deep and visible wound, as if a face had been torn in half!It was appalling.

But Xin Miaomiao didn't think it was enough, so she scratched her hand and paw again, and at the moment when she couldn't bear to let go of the pain, she took out her cub, and kicked it when it fell to the ground Mo Qian has two feet.

When Lu Hanfan saw Xin Miaomiao took down the cub, he let go of Mo Qian who was screaming in pain.

Mo Qian covered her face, and fell to the ground in pain, this time she was not pretending, but rolling on the ground in real pain!

Seeing this scene, Mo Xing's eyes turned red, and all the evil spirit accumulated over the years emerged from his body, and he looked at Xin Miaomiao on the ground with bloodthirsty eyes.

He ran over quickly, his pupils constricted violently, and swept towards Xin Miaomiao with a fierce mantis kick. He used up all his strength in this kick, intending to kick Xin Miaomiao to death.

"Miaomiao!"

"Miaomiao!"

"Miaomiao!"

Everyone's eyes widened and they screamed in unison. Yu Huang even rolled her eyes and fell limply to the ground because of being too much stimulated.

When Xin Miaomiao heard their roars, she felt the sharp wind of their legs at the same time.

Seeing Mo Xing's sweeping legs, she narrowed her cat's eyes, and nimbly jumped back with the little boy in her mouth. As soon as she jumped into the air, she landed in the arms of Mo Ziqi who was tensed behind her. .

The muscles of Mo Ziqi's whole body were tense, and his face was also dark. His murderous aura was no less than Mo Xing's.

After safely hugging Xin Miaomiao into his arms, he also attacked Mo Xing, imitating him and sweeping over, Mo Xing dodged in embarrassment. Zi Qi kicked, kicking on the chest.

This kick was as heavy as a thousand catties, and several ribs were broken, as if the bones had been inserted into the lungs. He turned his head in pain and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

Mo Xing has lived for more than forty years, except for being slashed on the face because of protecting his beloved, he has never been injured again.

Now Mo Ziqi's kick gave him not only physical pain, but also psychological pain!

He fell down a few meters away, raised his body, his eyes suddenly filled with deep sadness, he glanced at Mo Ziqi, then crawled to the side with great effort, and reluctantly helped Mo Qian who was rolling on the ground to get up.

Mo Qian was in so much pain that she lost consciousness, she just covered her face and wailed, blood covered her hands and face, bloody and ferocious, struggling in his arms.

Mo Xing hugged Mo Qian with heartache, and looked at Mo Ziqi, who was full of murderous looks not far away, his eyes and voice were full of disbelief: "She is just a sick child! You actually killed us for a cat ?”

Just a sick kid?For a cat?

What does this mean?

Xin Miaomiao quit, and roared furiously at Mo Xing in Mo Ziqi's arms.

"Meow!" Your family is a child, a baby, and mine is grass, right?

Regardless of whether it is leukemia or mental disorder, these are not enough reasons for her to hurt her little boy!

Her little cub was also born after untold hardships, and she loved it like a treasure.

After Xin Miaomiao snarled, she couldn't help but turn red with sadness, hers are also precious.