"Forget it." Mo Weiran held tightly to the flower pot, resolutely refusing to let go.
He had vowed to protect Xiao Hua to the death.
Seeing this, Liu Yiyi let out a snort of laughter and increased the pressure on the hand clamped on Mo Weiran's shoulder.
"Ah!" A searing pain shot from his shoulder, and Mo Weiran cried out in agony, yet he still didn't release his grip.
Liu Yiyi, seeing this, formed her other hand into a palm and struck towards Mo Weiran's back.
"Ah!"
"Pfft..."
Mo Weiran cried out in agony, as blood spurted from his mouth, splattering onto the Purple Flower.
Liu Yiyi's palm strike had nullified all the strength in his body. A sharp pain coupled with a sense of powerlessness overcame him, and Mo Weiran's grip loosened as the flower pot plummeted towards the ground, while his own body crashed to the floor with a heavy thud.
"Bang!"
Mo Weiran's body smashed into the ground, while the Purple Flower was caught by Liu Yiyi.
