C722 This King Is Sick of It

Yan Jingluan spoke coldly, her voice seemingly filled with ice.

Yan Mochi slightly narrowed his eyes. Under the reflection of the moonlight, his slender and devilish pupils brought out a fluorescent light.

"This King is sick of it …"

Just as Yan Mochi finished his sentence, the sword in Yan Jingluan's hand went straight for his neck