Qi Taizhi's arm stopped midway, abruptly coming to a halt without any warning!
Qi Taizhi's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.
Fear, terror, despair, disbelief!
Suddenly, a line of blood appeared on his neck.
More and more blood flowed out, his entire head slid off bizarrely, tilted down, and then thudded to the ground, dying without closing his eyes!
Quiet! The surroundings were eerily silent.
Who killed Qi Taizhi? There wasn't a figure in sight.
From the crowd gathered at the distant gate, a man stepped forth lightly, "The Mo Xiaofan family, I protect them. Anyone with objections can come directly to me. I'd be happy to play with them, just so happens I'm free."
An exceptionally handsome man, no one could be more remarkable than him.
Just by standing there calmly, he made the air feel suffocating.
