Chapter 1800

"Wench -" didn't you look at the girl who didn't open her mouth until the end, so she closed her eyes. She knelt on the ground with endless hatred in her eyes.

The girl died in Mozi's arms at last. She didn't have time to tell him how much she liked him.

But she was satisfied to die for him, so even when she died, she still had a smile on her lips.

Could she kneel beside the girl? She still remembers that when they brought the girl back for the first time, her big eyes were filled with endless fear. Later, she was afraid of everyone, but trusted them wholeheartedly.

She and Moqi are girl's day, they all regard girl as their own sister, maybe even said with Moqi, must help girl find their own family.

But——

"Ah --" Murphy roared, suddenly got up, directly picked up Moqi's wheelchair and smashed it at Mo Tian, followed by the people of Murphy.

One second before ye Cong and Qian Yikun try to control mo Tian's being thrown out, they kick Mo Tian's chest with one foot, which makes people hear the sound of broken ribs.

Qian Yikun kneels on the ground on one knee. When he looks up, he is already riding on Mo Tian's neck. When Mo Tian shakes her hard, he throws his body forward directly. But his hands are holding his head tightly, trying to break his neck directly.

Could it be that the Vajra hand almost tore her arm alive, but she didn't care at all.

"Qian Yikun," Murphy cried out.

Qian Yikun gets up, and ye Cong kneels on one knee with both hands as a support. Qian Yikun runs directly from a distance, and then steps on Ye Cong's hands. He jumps out of a height that normal people can't jump out of. He spins 180 degrees and holds Mo Tian's head in his hands.

Could it be that at this moment, he suddenly retreated, his arm gave out a clear rattle, which showed that it was broken.

Just when she was severely thrown on the ground, she still ignored her broken arm and tried her best to pull Mo Tian's Vajra arm down with blood.

Mo Tian shouts. Without waiting for him to shake the person above him, Qian Yikun uses his hands to wring Mo Tian's neck.

Then, Qian Yikun fell to the ground.

And Mo Tian, when Qian Yikun fell down, was also paralyzed on the ground. His broken neck was hanging on his shoulder. He knelt down with his legs and fell on the ground for a second.

Time seems to be at a standstill at this moment, even the falling snowflakes seem to stop falling at this moment, only spinning in mid air and refusing to fall on the ground full of blood.

Heavy breathing filled with the surrounding environment, Murphy's hands or Mo Tian's bloody arm, on which, there are each of their blood, as well as Mo Tian's own blood.

Looking at the man lying on the ground, his arm is broken, his head is twisted at an abnormal angle, and his eyes are not closed with a sharp fear.

Dead, dead at last.

He died at last.

When Qian Yikun used his last strength to climb up to her and hold her, he buried his bloody shoulder tightly and cried out.

Qian Yikun's bloody hand fell gently on her hair, and the whole person was sitting on the ground.

The fierce battle was probably the most intense since he became a policeman.