"Don't want to run away!" Mo Ying's reaction was also absolute, and he turned around and grabbed Luo Xiaoman's hand.

Hiss!

Luo Xiaoman's cuffs were torn, and the nails of ink shadow left several blood stains on her white arms.

She frowned, ignoring whether the wound was serious, and continued to speed up to rush out of the reception room.

At this moment, the guard who had been gossiping at the door greeted him and blocked the door.

The guard originally only wanted to gossip to see what Zhou Qingmu would end up with. Who knew that this guy actually resisted and rushed out.

Suddenly, there was a clear understanding in his heart, isn't this the opportunity to make merit?

"Stop!" The guard yelled, and the power of a Tier 1 True Martial Artist erupted from his body, blocking Luo Xiaoman.

Luo Xiaoman looked solemn, even if she could break through the guard, she would definitely be held back for a while, giving Mo Ying enough time to catch up.

At the moment of the moment, a burst of icy aura permeated over, seeming to make the temperature of the surrounding space drop.

Luo Xiaoman raised his eyebrows, stopped immediately, and raised his hands to express surrender.

"See where are you going to run?" Mo Ying chased up, grabbed Luo Xiaoman's hand, and was about to drag people back to the reception room, but couldn't help but meet a pair of cold eyes.

These eyes seemed to hide endless ice cold, and he just looked at him, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body stiff.

"Mo, Master Mo?!"

When the people around saw this great Buddha suddenly appearing, they all stopped one after another, silently.

"Yuan~" Luo Xiaoman pursed his mouth and glanced at him aggrievedly.

No words are needed, Mo Yuan already understands everything, even if he doesn't understand the whole story, as long as Xiaoman is wronged, it is all these people's fault.

For a while, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by several degrees.

Mo Ying's mind trembled. I don't know why, the current Mo Ming seems to be colder than before. Just stop there, like an iceberg, as cold as bones.

"Young Master Mo, we are going through the withdrawal procedures for Zhou Qingmu. We originally wanted to give you a surprise. Who knew that you were so coincidentally that you were also here." He sneered.

Mo Yuan ignored him and went straight to Luo Xiaoman.

He lowered his eyes to look at Luo Xiaoman's hand. There were a few more blood stains on his white arm, and his eyes became colder. "Who made it?"

Before Luo Xiaoman could reply, Mo Yuan turned his head and glanced at the ink shadow. "You did it?"

"Yes, yes!" Mo Ying's heart twitched. How could he feel that Shao Mo was not happy to hear that Zhou Qingmu was expelled from school? "She didn't cooperate just now and wanted to escape, so I had to use force to keep people behind."

"Chop it!"

"what?"

Mo Ying was slightly startled, and looked at Mo Yuan blankly.

Mo Yuan stepped up and walked up. The cold air from his body swept over like a violent storm, making Mo Ying almost suffocated.

At this moment, Zhi Wu, who was hiding behind, blinked and was uncertain in her heart.

Originally, he was worried that Mo Ming would be detrimental to Xiaoman's tutor. After all, he combined the memory of Nangong Dance, but he knew that Mo Ming didn't like Zhou Qingmu very much.

However, it now appears that something is wrong.

Could it be...

"Master Mo Yuan?!" Zhi Wu exclaimed in her heart, and noticed that Luo Xiaoman's eyes looked at Mo Ming, revealing a trace of dependence.

Apart from Master Mo Yuan, who else could make her show such a look?