C421 Gunshots from the Villa(1)

When the tip of the blade was about to stab into his body, Mo Zhexuan's hand was no longer able to exert any strength. He looked down and saw that the pair of hands holding his shoulder had unknowingly grabbed onto his wrist. With a gentle push, the dagger seemed as if it had never been held by him. It fell to the ground.

Mo Zhexuan looked up in panic, only to see Lan Youyan's fierce expression