Chapter 934

Mo Liancheng stood in the same place and said in a deep voice, "so, from the beginning to the end, you have never thought about releasing the white brook. You will make Mu Qingqing regret and make her miserable.

You hate the people, one by one revenge, this last blow, how easy to give up

Mo Liancheng saw through Mo Han early in the morning, so he didn't plan to give her money to help her leave Jiangcheng. Whether it is 100 million, or 10 billion, 100 billion, it is the same for Mo Han. Her purpose is not money at all.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Mo Han suddenly burst out a vicious laugh. Obviously, Mo Liancheng's words poked her mind, but this feeling was not good, "I hate self righteous people, you are one of them!"

"I'm afraid you haven't loved anyone but yourself." Mo Liancheng cold voice said, tone with full of irony and scorn.

"Ah..."

Mo Han looked up and down at Mo Liancheng and sneered, "can you tell me half of what you said on the phone that day

Mo Liancheng clenched his fist, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out from his palm unconsciously. "You are so smart that you don't know why I'm delaying time."

At this moment, Mo Liancheng can no longer confide any more to his sister, who is irreconcilable with the Mohist school, because he has always been unable to tell which sentence is true and which is false. Therefore, also had to seal up their own heart, do not reveal a bit of mind.

Mo Han's smile gradually became chilly, and his voice was low, "we can't destroy the Mohist group. It's the same with pulling you to be buried with you! I'm going to show the dead old head how he destroyed me and the Mohist family with his own hands

Talking, a man suddenly appeared, is with the Mo Han for a long time under, Mo Liancheng recognized. A look in the past, the man suddenly picked up a knife and rushed to Mo Liancheng, and the two people scuffled together.

Mo Han stood in the same place as a quiet bystander, looking at his own brother was about to die in his own hands. In the past, his resentment and hatred towards his father surged forward and confused his mind and reason. She just wants those who have hurt themselves to be punished, but she doesn't know that it is more than others who push themselves into the abyss step by step.

The tip of the knife rubbed the neck of Mo Liancheng and pricked it in the past. It broke a thin layer of skin and exuded a trace of blood. Mo Liancheng subconsciously raised his hand to cover his neck, until he saw the blood stains in the palm of his hand, and his anger suddenly soared.

In terms of skills, moliancheng, who has been nurtured and cultivated by various fighting skills since childhood, must be on top of a mere thug. Just because of physical problems, Mo Liancheng is always limited in his moves. The tearing of his movements directly drives his heart. He beats in disorder, and even has a little difficulty breathing.

But these subtle details were well hidden by Molian city. He didn't let people see the flaws, but was alone suffering.

The man screamed, and almost tried his best to kill him. Mo Liancheng turned back with a whirling kick flying sideways. After 90 degrees of hard cutting, he saw that the dagger in the man's hand quickly broke away from the control of his palm and flew toward Mo Han. However, Mo Han's reaction is also quick, just scraped the sleeve of his arm, the knife made a scattered sound, and fell down against the cliff.

Mo Han's injury, unexpectedly subconsciously called Mo Lian Cheng to separate God, otherwise the man would not take the opportunity to take the stone to smash the city.

"Liancheng, be careful!" Mu Qingqing's shrill cry touched Mo Liancheng's ear, and she flew to Mo Liancheng and protected him with her back.

Men have no time to stop, even if they have time, they may not. A stone, mercilessly hit Mu Qingqing's back. If not, it falls in the heart of Molian city. Mu Qingqing doesn't even dare to think about it. The present physical condition of Yimo Liancheng is indeed unable to withstand such a strong impact.

"Qing Qing!" Mo Liancheng's voice broke at the moment, tearing his throat and pulling Mu Qingqing into his arms. He kicked the man hard and protected Mu Qingqing.

The man landed heavily and rolled several times before stopping.

"Useless things!" Mo Han bit his teeth and went to mend it. Before the man had time to beg for mercy, he fell off the cliff in weightlessness because he had no grip.

Sitting in the arms of Molian City, Mu Qingqing saw with his own eyes the terrible scene that was going on in front of him. He almost took a breath and subconsciously exclaimed, "you're crazy, you killed people!"

Mo Han went back to his body, and his original delicate facial features were twisted together in a ferocious way, which completely lost the aesthetic feeling. "Oh, how about killing people? It's a big fuss. My hands have been bloody for a long time. I don't care about taking more than four lives!"

Mu Qingqing glared round his eyes. The four lives in Mo Han's mouth are not the people here.

"Are you all right? I didn't ask them to send you down the mountain. Why did I catch up with you again? " Mo Liancheng asked with concern and kept checking Mu Qingqing's injury.

The voice has not yet fallen, just a few of the men of the city of Mo Liancheng with a big breath of breath, followed up.

"Mo... Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, Mrs. Mo, she... She..." seems to be crazy. After searching for a long time, all of them are out of breath. Some scattered words that are hard to squeeze out are enough to make Mo Liancheng understand the whole story of the matter.Mu Qingqing excuse said to go to the toilet, naturally his subordinates dare not follow, at least wait on one side. But the more I waited, the more I felt something was wrong. When I found out that Mu Qingqing was missing, they had already opened a distance.

Mo Liancheng's eyes are cold, as if to say that a few big men can't even see a woman. If something happens, a hundred lives are not enough to compensate, and some of his followers dare not continue to talk, so they naturally know what Mo Liancheng is thinking.

"The brook, the brook..."

when Mu Qingqing saw the appearance of Bai Xiaoxi at this moment, he exclaimed, and then glared fiercely at Mo Han, "you crazy woman, what do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Mo Han gave a sneer, and then he did not know where to take out a huge needle tube and put it against the neck of the white brook. "I just want to see you suffer, Mu Qingqing, you are too eye-catching! If it wasn't for you, I would have taken control of the Mohist group as early as last time when Mo Liancheng was in a coma! "

Said, Mo Han shook the needle in his hand a few times, with a wry smile, "the things in this are enough to disturb the nerves and die of pain. I want you to watch the people you value one by one leave from your side! I want you to experience what despair is

For mu Qingqing, she has never experienced this feeling, probably far less than Mo Han.