"Young Master, I hope that little death can make you wake up."

This was the first and last time Xiao Xiao called herself in front of Xu Mochao with a small name. After whispering this sentence, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed out of her eyes.

No one could stop Xu Mochao at this moment, and he could only watch Xiao Xiao be pierced by Xu Mochao's sword.

At this critical moment, a voice with hope in despair came from behind Xu Mochao:

"wind--!"

The Sword of Defeat was less than half an inch away from Xiao Xiao's chest.

The second Meng rushed over after settling down Chuchu. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he saw Xu Mochao actually wanted to kill Xiao Xiao. He was so scared that he ran away and tried his best to shout Nie Feng's name.

She flew forward and hugged Xu Mochao's waist tightly, "Feng, don't... don't..."

Jian Chen, who had already fallen to the ground, was shocked to see this and tried his best to wink at the second dream. However, the latter did not see it and still hugged Xu Mochao tightly, "Feng, stop, she is Dugu Meng!"

The Sword of Defeat stayed in Xiao Xiao's chest for a few more seconds. In the fearful eyes of everyone, it was finally slowly put away by Xu Mochao and the Snow-Direct Sword in his other hand.

The colorful black in Xu Mochao's eyes receded like a tide.

His will defeat the Sword of Defeat at the last moment.

Looking down at the Sword of Defeat in his hand, Xu Mochao couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

This sword is amazing!

It can be said that it was the closest moment he had to die since his debut.
Chapter completed!