Chapter 722

Apart from the pain, Ziling felt nothing and could not hear anything.

"Sister in law!" Muchuan rushed into the room. He was so angry that he pushed the elders away and helped the purple spirit up. "How are you?"

"She killed the patriarch and burned her!" Several elders all red eyes, wish now can beat purple spirit back to original shape.

Muchuan protect the purple spirit behind him, dangerous squint eyes, "I see who dares to move my sister-in-law!"

"Get out of here, we're going to burn this woman!"

"Shut up A hoarse and violent drink scared everyone and made the room quiet for a moment.

Ziling raised her trembling eyes and saw that the doctor was covering Mo Tieyi's head with a white cloth. Mo Cheng was standing by the bed, his hands were slightly squeezed into fists, tightly.

In my impression, my grandfather always seems to be strict. He has never been so peaceful. Quiet lying in bed, hands on the chest, look calm, without a trace of pain.

Sister Zhong could no longer help but shed tears down her cheek, "old man..."

All of a sudden, there was a cry.

After a while, some Mohist people came to see the scene. After seeing the scene, they all pointed the spear at Ziling. "Young master, she killed the clan leader and can't let go of a witch! Do you want us all to die in her hands? "

Ignoring these people who were shouting to die, Ziling went to Mocheng and grabbed his hand. "Mocheng, it's not me, I didn't..."

The elder angrily said, "shut up! It's clear that you killed it. Ah Zhong can see it clearly. How dare you deny it? "

Sister Zhong bit her lip and didn't open her face in pain.

She would rather not have seen that scene.

No matter what these people say or call, zilingtong doesn't care, "Mo City..."

Mo Cheng took a deep breath, did not speak, but slowly, pushed away her hand.

Purple spirit's hand fell down, open eyes, empty as if instant was pulled away from all emotions.

Mo Cheng turned to go, and she immediately grabbed him. She lowered her head and couldn't see the expression on her face, but her voice was so suppressed that she was afraid that what broke her throat in that moment was unwilling, frustrated and disappointed.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

Mo Cheng turned his back to her, with black hair, like a black barrier between them, blocking each other out.

His calm voice, silk injury, "give me time."

Purple spirit sad wry smile next, released a hand.

Yes, who would believe that? Why does she expect Mo Cheng to believe her?

Just because of love?!

Master Mo, you win. This move is cruel and unique.

"We can't let her go!" A highly respected elder of the Mohist school came up and pointed to the room in front of him. "Mocheng, the patriarch's body is still here. If you let this woman go, how do you explain to him? Tell us? Are you worthy of your grandfather? "

His accusations were echoed by the public, and they all jumped out and roared to burn Ziling, not only for Mo Tieyi, but also for every member of the Mohist family. Maybe it's their turn next. Zuxun said that as long as Hu's reincarnation appears, that is the beginning of the disaster.

Ziling stood in the corner and couldn't hear them. She just wanted to wipe the blood off her hands. She was afraid that the red color would make the desire in her body wake up, but she couldn't wipe it clean.

Mo Cheng narrowed his red eyes and swept these people one by one, "so?"

"So we have to burn this woman!" The man said it fiercely, and the purple spirit was more terrible and detestable than the flood.

"That's right. Only when she's dead can we be free!"

Muchuan gnashed his teeth with hatred. These old friends, one by one, were just and awe inspiring. In fact, they were afraid of death!

Zhong Kun is silent. Like his sister, he has been with master Mo since he was a child. However, master Mo is very lenient to him. Knowing that he doesn't want to do business, he can let him go outside and do whatever he wants. This meeting's mood, also sad very much, but want him to believe is purple spirit personally killed mo old master, he can't accept anyway.

Unless It's not Ziling who killed him.

Yes.

Everyone is waiting for Mocheng's response. They know that this young master is always indifferent. If he insists on saying "no", they really have no way. However, he was brought up by master mo. it is impossible for him not to care about his family!

Mocheng looked around and said coldly, "Muchuan, give me the knife."

Zhong Kun is surprised and stares at Mo Cheng.

Muchuan was stunned, "boss..."

His voice suddenly cooled a little, "give it to me."

Ziling raised her head slowly.

Muchuan lingered and handed his dagger to him.

Mo Cheng took it over and came to the elder. Jun Yan was infected with a bloodthirsty killing, and said word by word, "I carry everything for her. I carry what I want."The purple spirit body trembles, the red and swollen eyes are shrouded by a piece of water mist.

Even if he didn't believe her, he would protect her with his life.

But after that? How can she prove that Mo Tieyi was not killed by her? Bearing the charge of murdering his grandfather, even if he protects her, what will he face? His love can stand the test of life and death, but never pass his own.

"You..." The elder stayed and was shocked by his madness after his grief. He could not help but step back and said angrily, "Mo Cheng, are you a threat?"

Mocheng handed the dagger a few minutes ago, and the coldness in his eyes scared away all the people.

"Young master, you can no longer protect this witch! She killed the patriarch, and you didn't care? "

Mo Cheng stepped forward with a strong momentum and didn't give them the opportunity to force each other. Seeing that no one dares to step forward, he sneers, turns the blade, aims at his shoulder and plunges in.

"Mo City!" Purple spirit rushes over, but Mo Cheng reaches out her hand to block her behind. In the crowd's exclamation, she pulls out the dagger again, and the blood spurts out instantly.

"Young master!"

"Boss!"

Mo Cheng pointed to the dagger on the ground and picked it with a cold eyebrow. "Now, who has any dissatisfaction? You can pick it up."

Looking at his bleeding edge, purple spirit's heart is sobbing.

The elders looked at each other. Mo Cheng was the only one who could deal with the reincarnation of the witch. It was their hope. Who dares to hurt him? Finally, stare stare purple spirit, a flick sleeve, all unwilling to leave.

"Muchuan, call a doctor quickly!" Purple spirit came forward to help Mo City, but he gently pulled out his arm, light said, "I'm ok."

Purple spirit's hand, so stiff there.

He turned to walk out of the room, but stopped again, "at night, I'm going to wake my grandfather. You go to bed first."

Looking at him, he left without looking back. Ziling stood in the same place, surrounded by the cold darkness. The only sunshine was gradually moving away.

Zhong Kun came forward with a dim face, took a look at Zi Ling, and comforted him, "the old man is gone, and the young man is in a bad mood. You should be considerate of him."

Sigh, he is about to go out, purple spirit suddenly open mouth, "Kun elder brother, isn't even you don't believe me?"

Zhong Kun's step was stiff, and he pursed his lips. He turned around, and his eyes were very complicated. "Purple spirit, I believe it's not you, because you are so kind, how can you attack an old man?"

Hearing what he said, Ziling looked at him, "but?"

Zhong Kun looked at her for a while and then said, "you won't, but you will. Because your soul and your body belong to her. " With that, Zhong Kun also went downstairs, and the whole corridor was instantly quiet.

Purple spirit step by step back, against the wall, eyes at a loss to the distance.

Oh, it's her again.

Must she be branded with the name of the witch? She's not anything at all, she's just Su Ziling!!

All night, listening to the sound of chanting outside, Ziling lay on the bed, but it was difficult to fall asleep. As long as you close your eyes, you will see Mo Tieyi's face. While he apologizes, he grabs her hand and pushes the dagger inch by inch into his body, and the blood begins to spread.

Until dawn, Mo Cheng did not return to his room.

According to the custom of Mohism, it is necessary to morgue at home for three days, and all the Mohist elders chant sutras together for three days and three nights. Mo Tieyi as J. O。 The current president, his sudden death, let the keen media to catch the news. For a time, there was an endless stream of mourners who came to visit Mohist villa. Every day, a group of people were blocking the gate.

Purple spirit sitting on the balcony, looking at the people below, all dressed in black suits, chest wearing small white flowers, meet each other are condolence and greetings. She wanted to search for the figure of Mo City, but she couldn't see it.

It has been two days since she left the room. Because she can't face Mo Tieyi's body lying downstairs.

Three days later, Mo Tieyi was buried, and the Mohist school was quiet.

Purple spirit does not sleep endlessly for three days, sitting on the balcony, from the dawn to the sunset, when there is light, she will savor every bit of the beginning of her acquaintance with Mo City. When night came, she would slowly close her eyes and not let herself see the darkness.

The door opened, purple spirit is still motionless sitting on the balcony, looking at the sky.

Behind her, someone slowly approached, with a familiar aura, which forced the air around her to be cold, and vaguely revealed a thin sense of fatigue.

"Why are you sitting here?" His voice is a little hoarse.

Purple spirit dropped eyes, a little bit turned around, toward the man behind, a smile, "the air is good."

"Well," Murdoch just answered, then took off his suit and walked in.

"Is your injury better?"

"Well, much better."Purple spirit looked at him and asked softly, "Mo City, when shall we go back?"

He stopped and didn't look back, just said faintly, "in a few days, I want to accompany my grandfather for a few more days."

"Oh." Ziling didn't ask any more.

Two people as if nothing happened, the atmosphere is harmonious, quiet.

No one mentioned that. Both of them know that it is like a virus, which can not nourish oxygen. Otherwise, once it spreads, it can no longer be controlled and it will never return to the original.

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