Chapter 3339 The Real World 689

"Quick." The leading man snorted coldly.

Qiu Ziming did not dare to resist, and obediently picked up the knife from the ground.

The leading man continued to order: "Put the knife into his chest."

Qiu Ziming opened his eyes slightly.

Little Mo'er frowned slightly, staring at him.

"Why can't you understand me? Stab the knife into his chest."

"No." Qiu Ziming refused directly.

The leading man snorted coldly, "No? Bring those two old things up."

Several men in black held up Master Zhou and Master Jiang, with sharp knives on their necks.

"Give you ten breaths to consider. Do you want to be obedient, or let your master die because of you." The leading man said quietly.

"You..." Qiu Ziming was very angry.

No matter who protects, he will hurt the other party.

Master Zhou said, "Zi Ming, don't listen to them. We are old, you are still young."

"Shut up." The leading man slapped him on the face.

"Don't beat the master."

Qiu Ziming was in pain and didn't know how to choose.

Kid Mo stepped forward, held his hands, and pointed the knife in his hand at his body.

"Senior Brother Qiu, what they want is my life. Only when I die can you be safe. I don't want to implicate you because of me." Xiao Mo'er said solemnly, word by word.

Qiu Ziming wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that he couldn't withdraw it at all.

Those seemingly small hands contained infinite power, piercing their own hands forward constantly.

Seeing this, Master Zhou said angrily, "Zimo, don't be impulsive."

"Zimo, let go." Qiu Ziming shouted loudly.

Xiao Mo'er didn't listen because he knew that if he wanted to save them, that was the only way.

Today, they are not wearing any medicine, and they are holding Mrs. Zhou and the others in their hands, and they can't do it at all.

He could only risk himself to keep them safe.

'Pfft'...

The blade pierced into the small body, and blood spurted out immediately.

"Zimo." Qiu Ziming was shocked, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to withdraw his hand and throw away the knife in his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, the knife still pushed forward little by little.

"Zimo." Zhou Fuzi and the others were anxious and angry.

"Hurry up, let go, if you don't let go, you will die." Qiu Ziming's eyes blushed.

Xiao Mo'er's ruddy face gradually turned pale, and the blood slid down his small body until it fell to the ground.

"Boom"...

The little man fell with a bang, and the knife was deeply inserted into his heart.

"Zimo." Qiu Ziming crouched down, anxious and worried.

The leading man saw him fall and walked towards them step by step.

Qiu Ziming only felt that the collar was tight, and the whole person was lifted, and he was thrown aside.

Little Mo'er barely held her eyelids, her voice weak, "Who, who are you?"

Why are they killing themselves?

The leading man seemed to understand what he meant, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips, "We are the ones who came to kill you."

As he said that, he raised his hand and slashed his face with a palm. At that moment, Xiao Mo'er rose into the air, and a 'Yuyue turned over' directly grabbed his throat.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Xiao Mo'er controlled the leading man.

The man in the lead narrowed his eyes slightly, "I really underestimate you, and took a risk to lure me over."

"I'm not like this, how can I make you come over at ease."