C336 The power of the weak

"Stop talking, Mo Xiaoran, go die." She smiled, and the blood at the corner of her mouth flowed down slowly. She tried her best to straighten her body, and looked at the crimson faced Wang Shitou in front of her, but Mo Xiaoran did not feel the slightest amount of fear, and her gaze landed on Wang Shitou opposite of her, but it seemed as if she did not see him at all