บท 1243: Battle (8)

Stubbornness could be seen on the little loli's face, and her huge bright eyes were filled with resentment while staring intently at Wang Mujing.

"You dare to stare at me!?

Pa!

Wang Mujing raised his hand and slapped her face. In an instant, a red handprint appeared on her tender face. Even so, the little loli did not cry, and her bright eyes were still staring intently at Wang Mujing, completely lacking fear.

"Miss!"

An Zihao felt his heart ache and his hands tightly clenched into fists, feeling powerless from head to foot.

He caused Yun Luofeng's death...

In addition, he was unable to protect his miss! What was the use for someone as useless as him to continue living?

At this moment, everyone's line of sight gathered on the arena and no one paid any attention to An Zihao and the little loli. Even if they had paid attention, it was impossible for them to help them.