"We can't let her go!" A highly respected elder of the Mo family came over and pointed to the room in front of him, "Mojia, the clan leader's body is still here. If you let this woman go, what are you going to explain to him?
?Explain to us? Are you worthy of your grandfather?!"
His accusation was echoed by everyone, and they all jumped out and roared to burn Huanhuan to death, not only for the sake of Mo Tieyi, but also for the sake of every member of the Mo family. Maybe, it will be their turn next. Zu Xun said,
As long as the reincarnation of Zhu appears, it will be the beginning of catastrophe.
Huanhuan stood in the corner, unable to hear their shouts. She just wanted to wipe off the blood on her hands. She was afraid that this red color would awaken the desire that had been suppressed in her body, but she couldn't do anything.
Wipe it clean.
Mo Jia narrowed his red eyes and scanned these people one by one, "So?"
"So, we must burn this woman to death!" The man said cruelly, making Huanhuan even more terrifying and abominable than a scourge.
"That's right, we can only be freed if she dies!"
Mu Chuan gritted his teeth with hatred. These old guys, all of them shouting so righteously, are actually just fucking afraid of death!
Zhong Kun was silent on the side. Like his sister, he had been with Mr. Mo since he was a child and had been favored by him. However, Mr. Mo treated him very leniently. Knowing that he had no intention of doing business, he let him go outside and he could do whatever he wanted.
. He felt very sad at this moment, but he couldn't accept it no matter what if he believed that Huanhuan had killed Mr. Mo himself.
Unless...it wasn't Huanhuan who killed him.
It's a favor.
Everyone is waiting for Mo Jia's reaction. They know that this young master has always been indifferent. If he insists on saying "no", there is really nothing they can do. However, he was raised by Mr. Mo, and family affection is impossible.
Don't care!
Mojia looked around and said coldly, "Muchuan, give me the knife."
Zhong Kun was startled and stared at Mo Jia closely.
Muchuan was stunned, "Boss..."
His voice suddenly became colder, "Give it to me."
Huanhuan slowly raised her head.
Mu Chuan hesitated and handed over the dagger he was carrying.
Mo Jia took it and walked up to the elder. His handsome face was filled with bloodthirsty chills and he said word for word, "I will carry everything for her. Whatever you want, I will carry it."
Huanhuan's body trembled, and his red and swollen eyes were shrouded in mist again.
Even if he didn't believe her, he would protect her with his life.
But, what happens next? How can she prove that she did not kill Mo Tieyi? With the crime of murdering his grandfather, even if he protects her, what will he do to face it? His love can withstand the test of life and death.
But he can never get past his own level.
"You..." The elder paused, shocked by his madness hidden behind his grief. He couldn't help but take a step back and said angrily, "Mojia, are you a threat?"
Mo Jia held the dagger forward a little more, and the coldness in his eyes scared everyone away.
"Young Master, you can no longer protect this witch! She killed the clan leader, are you indifferent to her?"
Mojia took a few steps forward, his momentum was so strong that he didn't give them any chance to attack. Seeing that no one dared to step forward, he sneered suddenly, turned the blade, aimed it at his shoulder, and plunged it in.
"Mojia!" Huanhuan rushed over, but Mojia blocked her behind with his hand. Amid everyone's exclamations, he pulled out the dagger again, and blood spurted out instantly.
"Young Master!"
"Boss!"
Mo Jia pointed to the dagger on the ground and raised a cold eyebrow, "Now, whoever has any dissatisfaction can pick it up."
Looking at his bleeding incision, Huan Huan's heart was sobbing.
The elders looked at each other in confusion. Mojia was the only one who could deal with the reincarnation of the witch. He was their hope. Who dared to hurt him? In the end, they glared at Huanhuan, flicked their sleeves, and left unwillingly.
"Muchuan, call the doctor quickly!" Huanhuan stepped forward to help Mojia, but he gently pulled out his arm and said calmly, "I'm fine."
Huanhuan's hand was just frozen there.
He turned around and was about to walk out of the room, but stopped again, "I will keep vigil for grandpa tonight, so you should go to sleep first."
Watching him leave without even looking back, Huanhuan stood there, her whole body wrapped in indifferent darkness, and the only sunlight gradually faded away.
Zhong Kun walked forward with a gloomy expression, glanced at Huanhuan, and said comfortingly, "The old man is gone, and the young master is in a bad mood. You should be considerate of him."
Sighing, he was about to go out when Huanhuan suddenly said, "Brother Kun, don't you even believe me?"
Zhong Kun's steps froze, and he pursed his lips. He turned around, his eyes through the lenses were complicated, "Huanhuan, I believe it's not you, because you are so kind, how could you attack an old man?"
Hearing the hidden meaning of his words, Huanhuan aimed her gaze at him, "But?"
Zhong Kun looked at her and said after a long while, "You don't know how, but I know how. Because your soul and your body all belong to her." After saying that, Zhong Kun also went downstairs, and the entire corridor became silent for an instant.
Come down.
Huanhuan stepped back step by step, leaning against the wall, looking blankly into the distance.
Hey, it's her again.
Must the name of that witch be branded on her body? She is not a bastard at all, she is just Su Huanhuan!!
All night long, Huanhuan lay in bed, listening to the sound of chanting sutras outside, but found it difficult to fall asleep. As long as he closed his eyes, he would see Mo Tieyi's face. He apologized and said sorry, while holding her hand tightly.
Pushing the dagger into the body inch by inch, the blood began to spread, wantonly.
Mojia did not return to his room until dawn.
According to the custom of the Mohist family, the body should be quivered at home for three days, and all the elders of the Mohist family should chant sutras together for three days and three nights. As the current president of M.O., Mo Tieyi's sudden death allowed the keen media to capture the news.
, people came to the Mo family villa for interviews, and there was an endless stream of people expressing their condolences. Every day, there was a huge group of people down there, blocking the main entrance.
Huanhuan sat on the balcony and looked at the people below. They were all dressed in black suits and wore small white flowers on their chests. When they met each other, they expressed condolences and greeted each other. She tried to search for Mojia, but she couldn't see it.
She had not left this room for two full days because she could not face Mo Tieyi's body parked downstairs.