Evil Young Army: Girl, you've been arrested!

Chapter 290 I love you, willing to surrender life and death
"Take the knife off her neck, and I will give you a satisfactory answer." Mo Ziyan's tone was cold, and his eyes were fixed on the knife from the beginning to the end.

It is estimated that if the eyes can be turned into sharp blades, the knife must have been cut into countless pieces under his eyes.

As soon as Mo Ziyan's words fell, Ling Qinghan's heart felt as if someone had hit him hard with a heavy hammer, and she was so shocked beyond words.

Looking at Mo Ziyan with wide eyes, his expression was full of disbelief.

How could it be, how could this be.

Mo Ziyan didn't he like Lin Jie?
Isn't his kindness to her, everything he has done for her all this time, and the doting he has shown to her all because he wants to dissolve the engagement between him and her peacefully?

Why did Ye Chengming come alone when he was clearly asked to come? Why did he say that he was her fiance? Why did he do this?
Shouldn't he be happy at home that he is finally free and can finally be with Lin Jie?Why did he come here and say such things.

Because of Mo Ziyan's arrival, and because of his words, Ling Qinghan's mind was filled with doubts and question marks one after another.

Thoughts seemed to have turned into a long, long rope at this moment, and they were stirred together and formed into a big knot, which couldn't be untied at all.

However, as soon as Mo Ziyan finished speaking, Yuan Jie's expression changed suddenly, he grabbed Ling Xihan's hair and pulled it hard.

Everyone was not on guard at all, before Cheng Xueyan could fully withdraw her hand, a mark was drawn on Ling Heather's smooth neck.

"Why do you think I hate your superior tone so much?"

His tone was cold, and he looked at Mo Ziyan with strong cruelty.

Seeing Mo Ziyan's impulsive steps because of his actions, he grabbed Ling Heather's hair, pressed her head against his chest, and snatched the blood-stained hand from Cheng Xueyan's hand. knife.

"Master Mo, please don't act rashly, or if I am not careful, your beautiful fiancée, Miss Ling, will be separated from you by then."

There was a gloomy and cold breath in Yuan Jie's tone, seeing Mo Ziyan's way of stopping abruptly despite being extremely angry in his heart because of his words, the smile on the corner of his lips was so smug, There was an unspeakable joy.

"Young Master Mo, are you still not willing to let us see your sincerity?" Having tasted the taste of the initial victory and seeing clearly that Mo Ziyan really cared about Ling Heather, Yuan Jie's courage grew even more immediately.

The almost commanding tone was spoken frankly, and the movements of his hands became more and more bold.

"Okay, let me show you my sincerity."

The fist at the side was clenched and then loosened, clenched and then loosened, repeated several times, and finally completely relaxed.

"Do not."

Hearing Mo Ziyan's good word, Ling Heather's eyes were full of shock, she subconsciously wanted to stop her voice, and kept shaking her head at Mo Ziyan.

Mo Ziyan looked at it, but smiled suddenly.

"Didn't you always disbelieve my feelings for you? Now, I will tell you officially, Ling Xihan, I, Mo Ziyan, have my eyes on you."

"For you, even if I were to die, I would not blink or frown."

"So, in this life, Ling Xihan, don't try to escape from the palm of my Mo Ziyan."

"Even if you don't like me, I'm a devil in your eyes, and I won't let you go, and I will always be by your side."

"After all, the devil, he belongs to evil and darkness."

His smile is so dazzling.

It was clearly in this dark place, but in Ling Xihan's eyes, at this moment, it seemed to be brightly lit.

Those bright, often unpredictable, extremely dazzling and attractive eyes, at this moment, also shone with an extremely beautiful brilliance, attracting her.

Let her whole heart fall for him uncontrollably.

Even if he just watched helplessly, he was helpless, and he didn't have the will and thought to restore it, and then avoid escaping it.

Completely lost my heart.

"Master Mo, if you want to do it, do it quickly, we don't have so much time here to watch you and me!"

The affectionate look between Mo Ziyan and Ling Xihan made Yuanjie on one side get angry, and his tone was full of impatience.

Turning his head to look at Yuan Jie, then at Ling Xihan, he gave her a soothing smile.

Hands clenched into fists again.

"Xuehan, close your eyes and be obedient."

The cold voice faded away, with an unprecedented gentleness.

It was like a spell that made Ling Xihan slowly close her eyes.

However, tears ran out like disobedient children one by one.

boom……

boom……

She knew what Yuan Jie's words meant to satisfy them, but when she really heard those dull sounds, her heart throbbed uncontrollably.

She knew it was the sound of fists hitting her body.

a moment.

Originally clenching his fist, he would only swing it at others. Even if he was injured, he would make the other party hurt more than him. At this moment, he is waving his fist, punching and hitting him. self.

"It seems that our Young Master Mo is not as Miss Ailing as we imagined. We haven't seen blood yet, so can it be regarded as showing us sincerity? Are we playing tricks on us?"

The punches that hit Mo Ziyan were not enough to satisfy Yuanjie, so he stood there looking at Mo Ziyan with a contemptuous look, his tone was leisurely but full of threats.

"Is there sincerity when you see blood? Well..."

The limbs injured by myself, the whole body has been numb with pain.

Even the face he cared about the most was left with bruises one after another by his own fist.

But at this moment, it was because of Yuan Jie's words that he threw his fists at himself even more recklessly.

It's as if you don't know the pain.

"No, no."

After hearing Mo Ziyan agree to Yuan Jie's words without the slightest hesitation, Ling Qinghan couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't listen anymore.

She was crying and shouting there, trying to make Mo Ziyan stop.

Seeing his fists waving towards her non-stop, Ling Qinghan really felt that enough was enough.

Why, it's all caused by her, she can bear it by herself, why let him bear it.

"What's it called? Are you sad to see him beating himself? Whew."

She kicked Ling Xihan's calf without any sympathy, gave a light chuckle of disdain, and then looked at Mo Ziyan with playful eyes.

"It's really unexpected that a high-ranking son like you can actually beat yourself up for such a bitch, tsk tsk..."

The sound of tsk tsk was full of sarcasm.

(End of this chapter)