Mo Wu lay on the ground, her clothes slashed to shreds by the sword, blood staining them crimson.,With a light chuckle, Mo Wu couldn't stop trembling.,Mo Wu's voice had improved somewhat, no longer as hoarse as before, even carrying a light and gentle warmth. But the man was already terrified, tears and snot streaming down his face, and at the same time, a foul smell wafted up from below.。