Your Excellency, I love you!

The voice was even more anxious, and he said in a panic, "Mo Shiche, are you in pain? Let's go to the hospital, now... ah."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was pushed aside by a strong force, Luo Qiangwei fell to the ground, and saw Yan Chu holding Mo Shiche's shirt collar, pushing him heavily against the wall.

Fists fell on the man's face like raindrops. Mo Shiche's chest was seriously injured, and he could only move with one hand. The other hand grabbed Yan Chu's collar, "Go," he swept his black eyes towards Luo Qiangwei who was on the ground, and growled, "Tangtang, hurry up and go find Mo Huangnian... bang."

Yan Chu threw Mo Shiche to the ground, pinched his neck, punched him frantically with scarlet eyes, Mo Shiche took out a small dagger from his waist with one hand, and stabbed him directly into his left shoulder.

Yan Chu let out a muffled grunt and relaxed, and the next second, Mo Shiche grabbed his shoulders and pressed hard against him.

Mo Shiche's knee was against his waist, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at his neck again. Yan Chu clasped Mo Shiche's waist with both hands, but he couldn't dodge when he turned his head. The sharp tip of the dagger cut Yan's neck. Chu neck.

Blood immediately came out, and the white suit was stained red in large swaths. Mo Shiche hadn't stabbed yet, when suddenly there was a sound outside the window, and swarms of butterflies flew in through the half-opened window.

The speed is extremely fast, like a group of moving colorful clouds, it is extremely spectacular.

Mo Shiche was thrown off Yan Chu's body by the butterflies. Thousands of butterflies almost enveloped him, stinging him, and even killing him.

Yan Chu pressed the wound on his neck and supported the ground to stand up, but before he could make a move, the woman who had fallen to the side suddenly stood up, groping for the dagger in Mo Shiche's hand.

Yan Chu understood what she was going to do almost instantly, "Weiwei!"

But the woman had already scratched her palm with the dagger, and bright red blood overflowed——

Luo Qiangwei endured the pain and raised her hand to sprinkle the blood over. As soon as the butterflies touched her blood, they quickly flew away from Mo Shiche's body, and she was too afraid to avoid it.

"Weiwei, are you crazy?" Yan Chu looked at her angrily, "Do you know that if you can't control the strength and depth, your hand may be useless if you cut it?"

Using a dagger to scratch the palm of her hand, she doesn't understand this at all, it is easy to cut off the meridians.

"It's useless, so what if it's useless?" Luo Qiangwei clenched her hands tightly, blood continuously overflowing from the fingers, so no butterflies dared to approach, but just flew around, as if she was standing in a colorful flower bush, " It's just a hand, don't you think it's important?"

Yan Chu's eyes were dark, and he couldn't hear the sarcasm in her tone, but, "He is going to marry Sheng Miao, and he came here wearing the groom's dress, Luo Qiangwei," he sneered, "You will always treat him Is it that generous?"

"If he wanted to kill you today, I wouldn't let him do it. It's a pity you don't understand,"

Luo Qiangwei looked at him, and said in a rustling voice, "From the very beginning until now, no matter whether Mo Shiche suspected our relationship or whether he had any conflicts with me, Mo Shiche never thought of killing you. Because he knows that you are very important to me, so no matter how angry he is, he will never touch you... But if you want to kill him, have you ever thought how much pain I will have?"

Mo Shiche's tall figure stood up from behind her, and it was obvious that he was enduring severe pain, his handsome face was stained with blood, and his brows were tightly frowned, "Tangtang,"