Chapter 118: Do You Really Think I Canât Raise My Knife If I Donât Torment You?
Translator: 549690339
MO Yangyangâs lips curled up, revealing two rows of white teeth. Her smile was cold and demonic. â However, itâs not too late now. You went through the trouble to give me your head. I have no reason not to fulfill your wish.
In her early years, MO Yangyang was also arrogant and willful. The only person who could make her afraid and obedient was Xie Caesar.
In front of others, she was never afraid!
However, he had gone through too many ups and downs over the years, and his edges had been smoothed out.
However, this did not mean that she was as easy to bully as she looked. MO Yangyangâs face was expressionless, and the viciousness in her eyes was completely different from her beautiful appearance.
Her hand was firmly pressing down on MO Shixuanâs head. No matter how she struggled, she could not break free.
The water in the pool overflowed with the struggle, but it was quickly filled up by the running tap!
MO Shixuan felt an increasingly strong sense of suffocation. She had been pampered for five years, so how could her strength compare to MO Yangyangâs?
The oxygen in her lungs was like water in a sponge, squeezed out quickly. The cold water poured into her mouth and nostrils. The fear of death shrouded her like the night. MO Shixuan was really afraid at this moment.
Because she really felt a strong killing intent from MO Yangyang. This woman really wanted to kill her, not just scare her.
MO Shixuan struggled with all her might, wanting to call for help. However, there was a small door separating them, so the people outside could hear them.
She only needed to make a little sound.
However, it was useless. MO Yangyang did not give him any chance at all!
MO Shixuanâs struggle was getting weaker and weaker. Just when she thought she was really going to die here, MO Yangyang grabbed her hair and pulled her out of the water.
It felt as if her scalp was about to be ripped off, but MO Shixuan could no longer feel the pain. She coughed until tears and snot came out, gasping for air desperately.
MO Shixuan wanted to call for help in her panic, ââSaveâŠâ
In the next second, his head was pressed into the water again.
Just like that, he repeated it dozens of times, giving MO Shi hope while pushing her to the brink of death.
Water had entered MO Shixuanâs lungs. Every time she breathed, her lungs would hurt terribly, as if there were countless needles stabbing her chest.
Water had entered her ears, but she could not hear clearly. She no longer had the strength to call for help.
MO Yangyangâs lips curled into a cold smile. She casually threw MO Shixuan onto the ground. She was drenched like a puddle of mud and fell to the ground, twitching occasionally.
MO Yangyang grabbed the sharp knife on the chopping board and squatted down. The tip of the knife lifted MO Shixuanâs chin.
â Youâve been living too comfortably for the past five years. Youâve been living so comfortably that youâve forgotten what kind of person MO Yangyang is. Do you really think I canât lift a knife? â
MO Shixuanâs vision blurred. She wanted to save her, but the knife made her afraid. She didnât want to die yet.
MO Yangyang: â Iâll ask you a question, and youâll answer it. If you dare to talk nonsense, Iâll cut your face. If you donât believe me, you can try.
âAlright ⊠Alright âŠâ MO Shixuanâs voice was hoarse.
âIs MO Xiangyu dead?â
âStill ⊠NoâŠâ
âA new heart?â
MO Shixuan answered honestly, âNoâŠâ Yes, in the past few yearsâŠHe had been in the hospitalâŠThey were constantly being rescuedâŠâ
âSister Yang YangâŠâ Suddenly, Fei Nanluo barged in, and the scene in front of him stunned him.
When MO Shixuan saw who it was, she felt like she was saved and wanted to shout for help.
But Fei Nanluo scratched his head and calmly turned around: ââHey, where is he? Why isnât he here?â