"Forget it." Mo Weiran held tightly to the flower pot, resolutely refusing to let go.
He had vowed to protect Xiao Hua to the death.
Seeing this, Liu Yiyi let out a snort of laughter and increased the pressure on the hand clamped on Mo Weiran’s shoulder.
"Ah!" A searing pain shot from his shoulder, and Mo Weiran cried out in agony, yet he still didn’t release his grip.
Liu Yiyi, seeing this, formed her other hand into a palm and struck towards Mo Weiran’s back.
Mo Weiran cried out in agony, as blood spurted from his mouth, splattering onto the Purple Flower.
Liu Yiyi’s palm strike had nullified all the strength in his body. A sharp pain coupled with a sense of powerlessness overcame him, and Mo Weiran’s grip loosened as the flower pot plummeted towards the ground, while his own body crashed to the floor with a heavy thud.
Mo Weiran’s body smashed into the ground, while the Purple Flower was caught by Liu Yiyi.
Liu Yiyi looked at the flower she caught and a smirk crossed her lips. Then, looking down haughtily, she glanced at Mo Weiran, "If only you knew it’d come to this, why be so willfully blind?"
After speaking, her eyes filled with malice, she flipped her wrist and a whirl of Vital Energy gathered in her palm, then shot straight towards Mo Weiran.
This palm strike, charged with seventy percent of her strength, if landed on an ordinary person like Mo Weiran, would certainly be fatal.
Just as the Vital Energy-infused palm wind was about to hit Mo Weiran’s back, suddenly, a gust of wind came out of nowhere, dispersing the lethal blow.
Liu Yiyi’s sarcastically cold smile gradually froze, "Who?"
Her gaze became wary as she looked in the direction from which the wind had come.
Then, she saw a car parked by the roadside with a stunningly beautiful young girl standing beside it.
Once Liu Yiyi saw the young girl’s features, the cautious look in her eyes dissipated, and a cold sneer returned to her lips, "You little brat, looking to die?"
As soon as her words fell, the young girl beside the car suddenly disappeared.
Liu Yiyi was taken aback, blinking several times, wondering if she had seen things.
A blur passed in front of her, and she felt her grip loosen and her neck tighten as a figure appeared in front of her.
Then, the flower was snatched, and her neck was being choked.
Liu Yiyi’s pupils contracted sharply, looking in horror at the person who had suddenly appeared in front of her, grasping her neck, "You... you... heh..."
The rest of her words stuck in her throat.
Gu Zhiqi’s eyes were cold as ice as she looked at Liu Yiyi. Although not using full force, she lifted Liu Yiyi like lifting a small chicken and spoke indifferently, "Who allowed you to touch my flower? Hm?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Yiyi’s body stiffened slightly, her struggle faltering for a moment, then, full of terror, she shook her head at Gu Zhiqi, her lips moving but uttering not a single clear word.
"When I ask you a question, you just need to nod or shake your head."
Gu Zhiqi said, slightly easing her grip, but still holding Liu Yiyi aloft.
Liu Yiyi immediately nodded, her eyes red and watery as if from a lack of air, and tears already brimming at the corners of her eyes.
Gu Zhiqi: "Did you strike out for the flower?"
Liu Yiyi hesitated for two seconds, feeling the grip on her neck tighten, and then nodded frantically in terror, afraid that Gu Zhiqi would truly strangle her to death.
Little did she know, after nodding, Gu Zhiqi’s grip did not relax in the slightest but instead tightened further.
"The questioning is over, and you’re of no use..."
Before Gu Zhiqi could finish her sentence, another hand appeared on her wrist.
Gu Zhiqi turned her head and saw a familiar handsome face. Subconsciously, her grip loosened.