Looking at Mo Qingrou's cold expression, Su Yu couldn't help but frown. He asked in disbelief: "You are going to destroy the Zhao family?"

Mo Qingrou turned her head and looked at Su Yu, and smiled and said, "What? Isn't it possible?"

Not only that, it's simply incredible!

What is the existence of the Zhao family? The leader of the four small families in Beijing, even the beautiful Yu family, is still far behind the Zhao family.

There are even rumors that if the Xiao family had not had many noble mistresses in other families, with the Xiao family's background and the names of the four major families, they would have been replaced by the Zhao family.

In such a terrifying family, the third brother actually wanted to destroy him?

At this moment, even Su Yu's nature was stunned.

Mo Qingrou laughed in a low voice and said, "Actually, I didn't lie to you today. I haven't used the name Mo Sancheng for a long time. After coming to Zhao's house, I changed my name to Mo Qingrou. This is the name my mother gave me. She said that my father's name was too casual and not nice."

"But there is no way. They agreed to the boy's name when they got married. My father chose the girl's name, and my mother chose the girl's name, so you see, my sister's name sounds much better than me."

"My father always said that he would keep three points in everything and do 70% of his work, but he didn't know that it was his weak nature that killed his mother. If he was not so indecisive and repeatedly provoked Zhao Zhong's bottom line of patience, the latter would not have killed his mother in anger."

"From then on, I swear that the name Mo Sancheng will no longer be called this life. Do 70% of the time? No, you must do things thoroughly, and kill people and kill them to eliminate them."

"How can the Zhao family extinguish the anger that has only two insignificant dog slaves in my heart for more than ten years? Didn't that old thing Zhao Fengchen want the fifth energy? I'll give it to him, but I see if he has the life to enjoy it!"

Zhao Fengchen, the head of the Zhao family, and the name of Mr. Zhao.

When this name was mentioned, the murderous intent in Mo Qingrou's eyes was released without any concealment. The murderous intent was as if he wanted to seal the charcoal in this basin. It was suppressed for nearly ten years and almost solidified into a substantial murderous intent!

Su Yu grabbed Mo Qingrou's wrist and gently vented the latter's murderous intent.

, said in a deep voice: "I know that no one can stop what you decided. If you want to touch the Zhao family, you can, but one thing is that I must declare to you in advance."

The dark eyes stared at Mo Qingrou, and Su Yu shouted in a cold voice: "Prison Gate, we must also participate."

Mo Qingrou's soft eyes looked at Su Yu at this time, with some mist in her eyes. He looked at Su Yu and suddenly sneered: "Of course, I am the King of Hell in the Prison Sect."

Hearing this, Su Yu grinned and said, "When it comes to this, you, the people in your little ghost palace, should they all go to you?"

After the third brother died, everyone in the little ghost palace escaped from the prison gate and disappeared. Now, it seems that it is probably following Mo Qingrou to develop in China.

Mo Qingrou rolled her eyes and replied, "That's my five years of hard work. How could I say it to you? Of course I have to bring it back."

"In recent years, the little ghost palace has developed very smoothly. I have established the headquarters in Mingzhu, centered on major cities and expanded outward. Currently, there are branches all over the country. For the little mouse, don't let him jump around. The disciples of the rat nest are too scattered and the race is too clear. It is difficult to develop in China. You can consider developing international power."

Su Yu also rolled his eyes: "Let him go out independently, and he will make trouble like you. How can I establish my prison gate's intelligence agency?"

"Tsk, you're so petty. Think about it from another perspective, China will have my little ghost palace and Xue Hao's rat nest in the world. Is there anything you can't know in this world?" Mo Qingrou raised her middle finger with contempt.

Su Yu touched his nose and smiled awkwardly. There was nothing wrong with what he said, and he could do it.

"I've left this matter to you, please communicate with him." Su Yu hugged his head with both hands, leaned against the tree trunk, looked up at the bright moonlight in the sky, and laughed softly: "I've been used to being a hand-off manager over the years. You made me worry about these trivial matters now and I don't have that energy."

Mo Qingrou no longer held her posture and put her sable coat on the ground and sat down lying down. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "By the way, how far have you developed with the little princess of the Taishi family?"

"Daily your uncle." Su Yu rolled his eyes and cursed with a smile: "I just set up a plan, and happened to pass by me."

"Well... it's too." Mo Qingrou laughed and said, "After all, not everyone is as strong as me, and they sell you the whole person."

"Tsk~" Su Yu curled his lips disdainfully.

Suddenly, Su Yu seemed to think of something, took out a broken sheepskin page from his waist and threw it over: "By the way, I got this thing at the auction last time, and I thought you would definitely be interested, so I gave it to you."

Mo Qingrou grabbed the remains and replied angrily: "This is a good thing, why throw it away?"

Su Yu asked with his head tilted, "You have been thinking about this thing back then. After so many years, have you figured out what you have learned?"

Hearing this, Mo Qingrou suddenly sat upright, put the broken page on the table with a serious expression, and said, "Of course, do you think you're so awesome to get one? I've found three of them over the years."

As he said that, Mo Qingrou ran back to the room, took out three broken pages from her clothes, placed them on the table, and pieced them together with Su Yu's. The latter immediately became interested and stared at the four broken pages without blinking.

"The old guy from Medicine King Valley said, this is a surgeon from Hua Tuo, right?" Su Yu asked.

"It's his uncle." Mo Qingrou whined and cursed.

"This parchment is something from the Warring States Period. The old guy Hua Tuo should have left some secret recipes on it. Of course, if these secret recipes are spread, they can also cause a sensation in the medical community, but that's all."

Mo Qingrou explained while carefully pieced together: "Let me sort out the secret recipes to Xiao Jinzi and let him study them. If the secret of this sheepskin broken page is just like this, how could I lose my thoughts?"

After pieced together for a long time, but still didn't put together one, Mo Qingrou shook her head discouragedly: "No, there are still too few remaining pages. Judging from this situation, it should be that someone has divided it into irregular nine parts, and we still have too few things to master."

Su Yu became even more curious: "What exactly is this thing?"

"I don't know either." Mo Qingrou shook her head and said, "But after my unremitting efforts, I found a vague font on these three broken pages."

Mo Qingrou wrote a word on the desktop with the wine:
Chapter completed!