"Why are you still angry?"

"I'll just talk about it." Looking at Mo Gucheng's back as he left angrily, Tang Hao shook his head, smiled helplessly, and then followed, for fear that the King of Fighters would really kill this person directly as soon as he got up.

Bang ~

Sure enough, after the King of Fighters approached, he didn't even look at the opponent's favor and kicked him up.

"Say, who are you?"

"Who instructed you to murder me?"

The King of Fighters shouted angrily.

The man rolled on the ground several times, and with a squirting sound, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

Finally, with the only breath left, the man stubbornly raised his head, looked forward, and shouted in an extremely faint and aggrieved voice: "Dad...Dad, I...I am Ya...Yaer~"

Bang ~

After saying that, Mo Wuya raised his head and fell down.

When Mo Wuya fell, the world became quiet.

The Sword Saint was stunned, and Tang Hao was also confused.

As for Mo Gucheng himself, he seemed to be a bolt from the blue, with his old eyes staring hugely!

The eyes almost jumped out of the sockets.

At this moment, all the three old guys were confused.

Especially Mo Gucheng, his eyes were red and his slightest, and his heart was almost bleeding.

No one can understand his father's mood.

Is it regret?

Is it self-blame?

Or guilt?

Mo Gucheng never dreamed that the one who was put in a box as a courier was really his son Wuya?

And I almost killed my son with my own hands?

"Son~"

After a long silence, the call from the King of Fighters resounded throughout the ages.
Chapter completed!