"Very good."
Song Donghai looked at Elder Wei, who was howling in misery, and extended a hand, "Pick up the whip."
Soon, an elder picked up the whip and handed it to Song Donghai.
Song Donghai looked at Mu Qian with a sneer, "Mu Qian, you've hurt my people, what do you think I will do to your precious son?"
As he spoke, he twisted his wrist, and the whip in his hand viciously lashed toward Mu Xiao's small body...
"Don't worry about me, don't worry about me, just hurry and save Xiao'er and Mu..."
Mr. Ding quickly and deftly knocked the emotionally agitated Wen Jiaren unconscious.
"Thank you!"
Lan Ling gave Mr. Ding a grateful look, she was so emotionally out of control, she couldn't tend to her wound.
Faced with Wen Jiaren's ten fingers, she couldn't help but curse out loud, "These bastards."
An Ying watched as Lan Ling carefully pulled out each needle from Wen Jiaren's fingers, frowning tightly, too ruthless!
