C151 The preference of rites and autumn wind

Everyone was running towards the direction of Drunken Cloud Restaurant, except Mo Xian. Her eyes were clear and cold, and her gaze was faint. She quickly rushed to the center of the crowd.

In the center was a set of bloody clothes. Of course, most of the blood on Qi Huaizhao's body wasn't his. Mo Xian stood in front of him, and was almost shocked by the ferocity in his eyes