Blood spilled all over the ground!
Utterly tragic!
Lin Fan lay motionless on the ground, blood gushing from his shattered legs, the air thick with the nauseating scent of blood.
Sweat beads the size of peas emerged on his forehead, and he stared fixedly in the direction of Mo Ningxiang, wanting desperately to crawl over even though his legs were crippled.
"Ningxiang, are you okay?"
Mo Ningxiang was already in tears, seeing Lin Fan's condition felt like her heart was being torn apart and ruthlessly trampled, the pain was indescribable.
"Brother Lin Fan..."
She forgot about the pain on her body; she wanted to reach Lin Fan's side and ease his pain.
However.
Just as she got to her feet.
Ling Haoyan didn't hesitate to land another elbow, striking Mo Ningxiang on the back.
Mo Ningxiang, not even standing steady yet, fell forward to the ground, her expression of pure agony.
