C184 Masochism

The man seemed to have not expected Zhu Zimo to be able to escape and even charge towards him. Although his eyes were filled with surprise, his face was expressionless as he opened up his hand to grab a silver needle and shot it towards Zhu Zimo's face without thinking.

"Xiao Shan, don't hurt her!" Mo Yuntian's voice suddenly came from above his head