Feng Bailing ignored Dugu Wu's scolding and kept pleading for Dongfang Mosheng, which only infuriated Dugu Wu even more.
Dugu Wu let out a cold laugh, suddenly swinging a palm out, and with a loud bang, Dongfang Mosheng flew out like a kite with its string cut, tumbling to the ground.
As Dongfang Mosheng fell, his face turned deathly pale, and he spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood.
"Since you wish to die for him, then I shall grant your wish."
Dugu Wu walked up, stepping on Dongfang Mosheng's chest at the wounded area, instantly causing blood to flow freely, his face bearing a bloodthirsty smile.
Feng Bailing rushed forward, trying to push Dugu Wu away.
"Bailing, I'm fine."
Dongfang Mosheng spoke with a weak breath, his beautiful face already devoid of color.
Feng Bailing attempted to step forward and help, but Dugu Wu caught her wrist in retaliation.
"Don't touch me, we're already divorced."
Feng Bailing's voice was cold as ice, shaking off Dugu Wu's hand.
