Su Huanhuan was a little sluggish. When she looked at him, the blue in her eyes slowly retreated into her pupils, and she murmured his name, "Mojia..."
"Huanhuan..." Mo Jia had never seen Huanhuan look like this before. He stepped forward and took her into his arms. He looked around with his sinister eyes, and his voice seemed to be pulled out of the ice.
It’s the same as in, “Don’t be afraid, I’m coming.”
"Mojia!" Huanhuan was in his arms, her body suddenly shaking violently. She didn't dare to look at the other people in the study. She just wanted to escape, as far away from them as possible, "Take me out of here, leave quickly."
This, I want to go back."
Feeling her panic, Mo Jia agreed without even thinking, "Okay, go back, let's leave now!" He turned to Zhong Kun and told Zhong Kun, "Let Mu Chuan prepare the car."
"Well," Zhong Kun looked at his sister and went down to prepare without saying anything.
Sister Zhong looked confused and looked at the elders in the room. They all seemed to be severely frightened, their faces were ashen, and they were speechless. The bodyguards were even more surprised. How could a good person stab himself with a knife?
Naturally, Mojia didn't ignore this. He vaguely knew the answer, but he didn't want to go into it. He just wanted to take Huanhuan out of here as soon as possible and return to their home in Mexico City.
Mo Jia hugged Huan Huan and walked out. When he came to the door, he heard a deep and sharp shout from behind, "Mo Jia!"
Mojia paused and turned back slowly.
Mo Tieyi walked over with difficulty step by step, holding a cane in his hand, followed by the elders of the Mo family, staring at Huan Huan with both fear and hatred.
"You can't take her away." Mo Tieyi said word by word, "If she reincarnates, our Mo family will only die! You must kill her, this woman is a scourge!"
Huanhuan's body trembled, and the word "disaster" was like two sharp steel needles, piercing into her heart.
Just now, when she was facing the bodyguards who wanted to kill her, she heard a sigh that appeared quietly. It was very soft and indifferent, but it really shocked her soul. When she reacted again, there was a room full of people.
She has already fallen down, and she vaguely remembers that she had murderous intentions at that time...
Mojia took a deep breath, and her cool voice sounded oppressive, "As long as I'm here, no one can touch her hair!"
"Mo Jia——" Mo Tieyi looked at him, his eyes slightly red, "You are the future clan leader, you have the responsibility to protect your clan!"
Mojia looked at his grandfather, "But I am also this woman's husband!"
"She is a witch!" an elder shouted from behind, "Just now, she wanted to kill us!!"
Suddenly, the crowd became furious, "Yes, if we don't kill her, all of us will suffer!"
"Yes, kill her! Kill her!"
Huanhuan wanted to cover her ears, and tried to remind her that she was the reincarnation of a witch, and that there was an insurmountable gap between her and Mojia...
She shook her head and wanted to deny that she was not, she was not. However, their anger burned her blood, making her almost lose control and become unlike herself. She was afraid, afraid of being so helpless, and could only
He could hold on to Mo Jia tightly, trying to borrow some strength from him, even if it was temporary.
Mu Chuan looked on from the side and was filled with indignation. He wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Zhong Kun, "This is the eldest young master's business. None of us can interfere."
"Hey!" Mu Chuan tilted his head and stopped looking at those annoying old guys.
Sister Zhong looked at the old man for a while, and then looked at Huanhuan, not willing to give up either way. If you want to blame, you can only blame fate. Huanhuan took a risk and saved the eldest young master, and the happiness she has now is earned with her life.
, I never thought that she was actually the reincarnation of the brother-in-law! Unfair, so unfair!
Mojia seemed to be able to read Huanhuan. He stretched out his hand to cover her ears and whispered to her, "Don't look at anything, don't listen to anything, just leave it to me."
"Mojia..." Huanhuan's panicked eyes were miraculously soothed at that moment. Looking at him, she nodded hesitantly, closed her eyes, and stayed quietly in his arms.
That piece of pure land isolated from the world.
Seeing with his own eyes how much Mo Jia cared for Huanhuan, Mo Tieyi shook his head in disappointment, sighed, and said in a deep voice to both sides, "Bring it here."
The bodyguards on both sides handed over the bottles they were carrying. The elders gritted their teeth and took one bottle each. Finally, Mo Tieyi took it expressionlessly, then slowly opened it and took out the contents one by one.
It was poured on top of their heads, and the other elders also poured it on themselves.
Suddenly, the smell of gasoline hit my nose
Mojia's expression changed, and he subconsciously let go of his arms, frowning, "Grandpa!"
Huanhuan opened her eyes suddenly and looked at them blankly.
Sister Zhong exclaimed, "Old Master!" She wanted to go over, but was grabbed by Zhong Kun and Muchuan, "Sister, it's dangerous!"
Mo Tieyi threw away the bottle, his body was wet, and his gray hair was dripping with gasoline. He stood there calmly and said in a deep voice, "If you take her away, our Mo family will not be able to escape, so why not
Now it’s time to have a good time.”
Mojia gritted his teeth and set off a violent storm in his cold eyes, "Grandpa, you are forcing me!"
"Grandpa is not forcing you, I just want you to see the facts clearly." Mo Tieyi led a dozen elders and slowly sat on the ground, crossed his legs, looked determined and looked at death, "Since you want to save a Mo family member
Enemy, then we are destined to lose our tribe."
Mojia took a deep breath and tried his best to control his emotions, "Give me time, and I will prove that I have other methods besides killing Huanhuan!"
Mo Tieyi shook his head, "It's too late."
Behind him, an elder said with a voice of despair, "My youngest son just got into a car accident. He is gone. He is gone. I have lost my son all the time. What's the point of living? If I die, everything will be over."
Someone next to him gave a wry smile, "My little grandson was kidnapped by robbers. After paying the ransom, he was still raped. My wife went crazy and my son is almost dead."
Mojia clenched her fists and her chest heaved violently. Huanhuan heard these cruel realities for the first time, and her face turned pale. She raised her head and looked at Mojia's forbearance. In those crazy eyes, she
Saw his struggle...
Mo Tieyi said no more and took out the matches from his arms.
Mojia's pupils expanded rapidly and he immediately rushed over, "No!"
Mo Tieyi had already pulled out one, and just as he was about to paddle it, he heard a low, somewhat self-deprecating voice, "Don't you just want me to die?"