A fog suddenly appeared in the fan's princess room, and the white fog was misty, blocking the view.

Miya Nishize's cold eyes flashed, he looked around, and then he took action with great precision.

The black blade hit Mock's back, and he endured the pain without saying a word.

Miya Nishize's voice was very cold, "Moke."

Even though he could hide his figure, he couldn't hide the smell of blood on his body. He was clearly injured just now.

Mok gritted his teeth to support himself and slowly moved towards the door.

He must make this choice! He can't just watch His Highness become like this!

Miya Nishize's figure was very fast, but in the next second, he had accurately found his position and held his throat tightly with his hands!

"Put it down." His voice was completely cold.

Mo Ke shivered inexplicably, and the hand holding Mo Keke trembled slightly, and he said, "Your Highness..."

Gong Xize had already exerted force, veins popped up on the back of his hands, and his eyes were red, "I said let it go!"

His silver hair hung down in front of his forehead, his eyes were red, and the strength of his hands showed no mercy at all!

Mok's breathing gradually became difficult, but he did not let go of his hand!
Chapter completed!