Chapter 133 Pretending to be Gracious and the Plot in the Private Room

Mo Xuetong closed her head subconsciously. She could hear Feng Yuran's angry roars as someone caught her in mid-air. She fell into a solid embrace and heard Feng Yuran's anxious voice. "Tong'er!" She felt a surge of dizziness and forced herself to open her eyes. She saw two men going against the other four behind Feng Yuran. "I'm alright, you be careful." Mo Xuetong forced down the sickly-sweet taste in her chest as she tugged on his shirt anxiously while panting. There were still four men in black behind. Even if Feng Yuran had two subordinates who had arrived, there were still two other assassins. Her hand felt beside her weakly and the world turned black! Feng Yuran had lost all his usual laziness as he scooped up Mo Xuetong's slender figure. His long phoenix-eyes were narrowed coldly, revealing the sharpness and threat in them. He was not at all the easy-going and lazy person he appeared to be usually. He yelled coldly, "Move faster and kill all of them!" Feng Yue a