C110 Suspicion of Identity

When Pei Shuang saw the group of men rushing towards him, he knew that they were no match for him. With his current identity, he could not be bothered to remind them of this.

He just looked at Mo Wuji.

As for Mo Qiao, he didn't even look at her.

The force in his hand was still pressing down.

Her neck was already burning, and her forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat