Yan Xihua just looked at Sister Zhong funny, raised her beautiful eyes, and glanced at Mo Jia, "Mo Jia, some people are really becoming more and more rude."
Mo Jia slowly opened his closed eyes and looked at Sister Zhong. His voice was not loud, but full of shock, "Sister Zhong, please be more polite to Xihua in the future. After all, she... will become the hostess here."
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"Master?!"
Sister Zhong was shocked. Is this still the young master? Why, he was so cold as if he had changed into a different person!
Huan Huan nestled in the quilt, unable to hold back tears.
Since he had wanted to do this for a long time, why did he show so tenderness to her yesterday? This was undoubtedly adding salt to her wounds that could not be healed! Even if she doesn't live long, she will still know the pain!
Mojia, you are so cruel!
"Can I go out?" He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, not wanting to cry. "I want to rest." After a slight pause, "I still have this right."
"Haha, of course." Yan Xihua smiled, holding Mojia in her arms and said, "Mojia, it's time for us to go, don't waste any more time on these boring things."
Hearing the sound of footsteps moving away, Huan Huan's heart died.
All expectations and obsessions disappeared at this moment.
The man she tried so hard to save now appeared in front of her holding another woman's hand, hoping that she would give up the seat she occupied as soon as possible. What else did she have to hate and feel pain for?
Woolen cloth?
From beginning to end, she was ridiculously stupid.
Sister Zhong looked at the person hiding under the quilt, sighed distressedly, and said angrily, "Master, what's going on?"
Mo Jia and Yan Xihua just walked out of the room and came to the corner. Mo Jia suddenly grabbed her neck with one hand and pushed her hard against the wall. His eyes were red, just like every time he had an attack before.
Yan Xihua was caught off guard by his push. She was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red with difficulty breathing, "Mojia..."
"I've given you everything you want! You should be satisfied!" His evil face was horrifying, and he held Yan Xihua's hand without any sign of loosening.
"I'm the one who owes you! I'm the one who abandoned you! If you want me to go to hell, I'll accompany you! But listen to me and don't make her sad again! Otherwise, I won't let you go!
"
After saying that, she suddenly let go. Yan Xihua suddenly fell to the ground, panting violently, but she smiled and stared at him with a strange smile, "Mojia, do you feel bad when I hurt her? But you
Do you know, this is not one ten thousandth of my heartache! Let me tell you, the more you care, the more pain I will make her!"
For this, she did not hesitate!
Mojia clenched her fists and said, "Xihua, don't make me hate you!"
She was the one who brought a ray of sunshine to his gloomy childhood. He cherished her very much.
"Haha," Yan Xihua suddenly laughed, a little sarcastic and a little crazy, "Mojia, you are forcing me! You are forcing me to inherit the identity of a dark wizard! From now on, I will live a miserable life.
Like human beings, ghosts are not like ghosts! Even if I want to hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate Su Huanhuan, I hate all of you!"
She smiled evilly.
Mojia gave up his last hope.
He turned around and said in a cold tone, "From now on, the only thing left between you and me is that ridiculous deal."
He walked downstairs, leaving her alone, sitting there crying and laughing, like a crazy... poor person.
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After Zhong Kun received a call from his sister, he immediately rushed back to Mo Jia's house from the laboratory, broke into Mo Jia's study, took off the glasses pretending to be gentle on his face, rushed to him and asked, "What happened?"
?How dare you discipline my sister?"
Mojia was in front of the computer screen, looking at the message sent back by Muchuan.
None of the clues provided by Zhong Kun contained any information. Although it was difficult to find the mythical beast, he would not give up the search because the lives of the entire clan were still in his hands.
But the top priority now is to save Huanhuan, and now it seems that the only person who can save her is Yan Xihua.
He raised his head, glanced at Zhong Kun with his waveless eyes, and only said, "Yan Xihua is a descendant of a dark wizard."
"What?" Zhong Kun was stunned, remembering what Mo Jia had asked him on the phone before, and immediately reacted, "So, she can save the child?"
Mojia nodded slowly.
Zhong Kun slapped his forehead and sat down on the chair in front of him, "I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that the descendants of the black wizard would be hiding in the Mo family! No wonder there was no news about them back then!"
But that person turned out to be Yan Xihua who was staying next to them, which was really surprising. However, considering her beauty and temperament, she should be the image of a witch!
Suddenly, he was stunned and asked immediately, "So, this is why she woke up from the sarcophagus?"
Mojia nodded again.
"Haha, it's interesting now," Zhong Kun put his glasses back on and returned to his handsome and gentle image. He had long forgotten to vent his anger on his sister's behalf, his true nature was exposed, and he looked like he was ready to watch a good show.
"The protagonist of the incident back then is now the reincarnation of our great witch, Brother! Haha, I'm really looking forward to it. What will happen if Brother appears? I wonder if Yan Xihua will be hers.
Where is the opponent?"
The more Zhong Kun talked about it, the more excited he became. He was already fascinated by supernatural phenomena. He wished that the whole world was filled with ghosts and ghosts, so that all those sanctimonious pretending humans could return to their original form!
Mo Jia rolled her eyes at him, "I don't care who she is, as long as she can save Huanhuan, that's enough!"
Zhong Kun leaned forward, held his chin with one hand, and said with a smile, "Let me guess, if you can make my sister describe you as a hopeless heartless man, the dark wizard will definitely use that child to threaten you.
Right? Then, you just accept the threat obediently... Tsk, tsk, tsk, my dear young master, isn't this like your style?"
Although he was very confident in his guess, he was still happy that Su Huanhuan had a chance to survive.
In addition to liking fantasy himself, he was also very interested in the strange magnetic field on her body.
Mojia ignored his gloating mentality, turned around, and faced the window. His long hair was flowing like a storm, and his trace of enchantment made him look so handsome that it seemed too real.