Chapter 1193 Wen Ya's state of mind (I) The pain in his throat was like being burned by fire. Wen Ya opened her eyes with difficulty, and after a blurred vision in front of her for a while, Mo Nan's expressionless and stunning face appeared.

"You-why-" Wen Ya opened her mouth, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Nan didn't say a word, stepped forward and hit Wen Ya's lower abdomen with a fist.

Burst!

A large mouthful of blood mist erupted from Wen Ya's mouth, and his whole body slid off the wall as if it were mud, falling to the ground and convulsing continuously.

"Why—why—do this to me—" Wen Ya raised her head unwillingly, covering her lower abdomen with one hand and trying to sit up, but before she could lift her chest completely, Mo Nan's white and jade-like bare feet had already lightly kicked her chest.

Although this kick is not very powerful for Mo Nan, for ordinary people, it is more than enough to break the stone and steel!

Wen Ya's pupils spread out suddenly, and her body flew towards her like a small cannonball, with a muffled bang, the wall that was smashed trembled a few times and collapsed, and the rubble and broken bricks suddenly buried Wen Ya's small half of her body in it.

Blood kept spilling from her mouth.

The figure of Mo Nan in her eyes was getting closer and closer, and Wen Ya wanted to struggle, but she couldn't use any strength after being hit hard by her further studies.

This alley is already very secluded, and it is rarely visited, so Wenya does not expect anyone to find out.

She only wanted to know now why Mo Nan appeared this time and gave herself such a heavy hand without saying anything.

With the strength of the other party, it is not a problem to kill herself in one move, so why did she choose to use this kind of physical torture.

Wen Ya felt that her heart was about to break, and tears flashed in her beautiful eyes, and finally merged into two trickles and flowed down her cheeks.

Tears flowed into my mouth, and I couldn't tell whether it was bitter or fishy.

"Why-" Wen Ya raised her eyes to look at Mo Nan, and Mo Nan's face was like frost.

"Die. Mo Nan spoke, raised his foot and stepped towards Wen Ya's head.

The wind was strong, Wen Ya only felt a rumbling in her ears, and she could already foresee the scene of her brain bursting in the next second.

A white light suddenly shot down like lightning, aiming directly at Mo Nan's ankle.

If Mo Nan continued to step on it, Wen Ya's head would inevitably turn into a broken watermelon, but the consequence of that would be that her legs would also be pierced by this white light.

Almost without any hesitation, Mo Nan's body quickly retreated, and the white light almost shot straight past her feet, buzzing to the ground.

Mo Nan didn't have too much expression on his face, and looked up in the direction where the white light came.

Under the direct sunlight, a figure staggered and squatted on the wall, and cynical laughter came: "Yo, beauty, what do you want to do to my woman?"

Wen Ya had already closed her eyes and waited for death, although she was unwilling in her heart, but she had no regrets about dying at the hands of someone she admired.

But after losing her mind in a trance, she was surprised to find that she was still alive, as evidenced by the burning pain all over her body.

Curiously opening her eyes, she heard a voice from not far away.

"Is it Liang Xi?" Wen Ya's heart was happy, but then she was full of resentment and incomprehension, "Isn't he already gone? Didn't he slip away after playing with me? What are you doing back now! Who is his woman again!"

Liang Xi naturally didn't know what Wen Ya was thinking now, he jumped down from the wall with a smile and stopped between Mo Nan and Wen Ya.

The stars were still buzzing on the ground, and the crackling lightning shattered the ground into dense cobweb-like cracks.

"Hey, this beauty looks familiar, we should have met before. Otherwise, since we are so fateful, you call me a good husband three times, and I don't care about the matter of you beating my woman, how about it?" Liang Xi's eyes scanned back and forth on the breasts of Mo Nan's low-cut long skirt and her long legs that were half-hidden.

With a bang, Wenya pushed away the gravel that was pressing on her body and staggered to her feet.

Her face was pale and she staggered, as if she was about to fall in the next second.

"You're not dead yet, your life is hard enough. Liang Xi turned his face slightly, not salty or indifferent.

The resentment in Wen Ya's chest surged out all of a sudden, and tears of grievance in her eyes burst out: "Who wants you to care? Didn't you find out that I was following you a long time ago! Don't you like to play with me! Now you are happy to see me being beaten like this!"

The tears in her eyes and the dust on her face washed together, making Wen Ya look like a big flower face, but it gave people a different thrilling beauty.

"Actually...... It's true...... It's funny. Liang Xi couldn't help but snort.

Wen Ya was so angry that she wanted to trample him under her feet and stomp a few more times, but she couldn't use any strength now, so she could barely support her crumbling body and look at Mo Nan in front of her with resentment.

Mo Nan didn't look at her at all, which made Wen Ya's heart die.

"Why, it's like a different person—" Wenya felt as if her heart had been torn apart.

"Beauty, don't you speak?" Liang Xi looked at Mo Nan playfully, his eyes purring.

"I have nothing to do with you, if she wants to kill you, let her kill me!" Wen Ya swallowed a mouthful of blood and tears, cried at Liang Xi, and staggered forward.

The wind and snow in Mo Nan's eyes stormed, several satin-like white lights quickly swirled in her hands, and a huge sickle suddenly touched Wen Ya's neck in the cold wind.

Wen Ya didn't expect Mo Nan to really kill herself, and stared blankly at the blade of the sickle that was getting closer and closer to her, and her heart sank to the bottom all of a sudden.

Suddenly, a strong force came from her arm, and the elegant body involuntarily fell backwards, she screamed softly, and the blade of the scythe almost grazed the tip of her nose, and the sharp blade cut off a few strands of hair on her forehead, and even her eyelashes could feel the blade sweeping.

A warm and powerful feeling came from his back, which he had never felt before, and he was a little distracted for a while.

When she came back to her senses, the tip of the scythe slammed into her neck again.

Wen Ya could even see the cold wind and snow on the tip of the knife.

Perhaps because of the warm feeling behind her, Wen Ya did not be in a daze this time, but subconsciously shrank back, and there seemed to be a voice in her heart that drove her closer to the warmth.

Almost at the same moment, the crystal clear spear stabbed out from Wen Ya's ear, and the tip of the spear and the tip of the spear that shone with blue light collided violently in mid-air, and a crisp sound of gold and stone collision came, and the brilliant sparks exploded in mid-air, with a bang, the ground trembled violently, and the surrounding walls sunk inward.