Lin Mo, like a humanoid machine, crashed into the wall, creating a large hole and stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Ouyang, you really are here?"
Standing outside, Lin Mo saw a young man thrown out and lying on the ground, and he coldly said,
The young man, clutching his chest, a striking fresh blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and his pale face resembling paper, had clearly sustained grave injuries. His pupils showed a touch of fear and horror. "You, you didn't die?"
Back when they were at Miao Xue Divine Palace, Lin Mo injured Ouyang Xinghe and left a mark on his body. That's why he followed Li Yunfei and the others to this hotel, as Ouyang Xinghe was in it.
