Mo Ningxiang's mouth opened wide, her eyes wide with shock. It felt as if something was stuck in her throat; she kept her mouth open but couldn't make a sound, tears streaming uncontrollably down.
"No!"
Suddenly, she let out a heart-wrenching scream, reaching into the sky, a sound that broke hearts and sent shivers through all who heard it.
In a flash.
Everyone's gaze turned towards Mo Ningxiang.
She stood frozen for three seconds, as if immobilized, not moving at all.
The next second.
It was as if someone had released her from a spell; Mo Ningxiang shook off Mo Kun's hand and recklessly ran towards Feng Qingshui's corpse.
The soldiers were also a bit puzzled, unsure whether to stop her or not, and looked at Ling Haoyan in confusion.
Mo Ningxiang was about to reach Feng Qingshui.
Ling Haoyan, cold as ice, waved his hand and said mercilessly, "Stop her."
The soldiers, receiving the command, directly blocked Mo Ningxiang's path.
"Make way! Make way!"
