He pulled Mo Xu closer to the bedroom and comforted him softly, "Be good, be good, it's okay, it's okay. Don't worry, I'll find a way."
Mo Xuan raised his head and said, "If you are willing to help me, I would like to thank you. I owe you once."
She said it very seriously, but also a little alienated. This alienation made Ming Jue, who was originally very happy, feel a pang in her heart. When can she let go of that alienation and be with him like before, no big or small, no distinction between you and me?
Very close.
"Don't say that, I'm willing to do anything for you. What happened to Ferrie was an accident between us. I don't want to blame the fault on a person who is no longer here, but if he hadn't taken the initiative to provoke the mafia,
It's not that he wants to kill me, I won't kill him. If I knew the consequences would be so serious, I would rather die." Sure enough, I know you hate me so much that you want to break up. I would rather die.
I.
"Whether it was an accident or not, it's over. Things are already like this." Mozhu didn't want to mention it. Every time he thought of her, his heart stung. No one understood what she was thinking. She hated her own selfishness. She didn't hate Ming Juesha.
She lost her father, but hated herself for being selfish.
"It's not over yet, but you still refuse to forgive me. Tell me how you want to forgive me." Ming Jue asked in a deep voice. Since we have talked about this today, there must be a result. If you continue to ignore him like this
, he was going crazy.
"There is no forgiveness or unforgiveness. As you said, you are not the only one who is wrong in this matter. There is no need to blame all the fault on you." The fault is also mine, as well as Purgatory Hall. God has destined Purgatory Hall and the Black Hand.
The party cannot coexist, so why should she go against nature?
"Mozhu, don't be so strong, okay? You used to be weak and ignorant, but now you scare me." Ming Jue looked at Mozhu, who was pretending to be strong, and he felt heartbroken. In his heart, Mozhu shouldn't be.
He is strong, she just needs to hide under his wings and live a comfortable life.
Any disputes on the road or business disputes in the hall should not be her concern. She does not belong to the war, she is not suitable for the war.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Mo Xuan's lips, "The world is so chaotic and everyone is so strong. Who can show me my vulnerability?"
In this complex circle, once you are vulnerable, it means your death is coming.
Mo Xuan immediately smiled proudly, raised his eyes to meet Ming Jue's somewhat angry gaze, and said proudly, "Haven't you heard that as a shadow charm, I single-handedly defeated 156 people in the United States, and my record has been set a new record?
On the ranking list, I have already reached fourth place."
She should be proud of these words, but in the end, she felt so unsure, because she knew where Ming Jue had given her the opportunity, and why she couldn't escape every time she wanted to. There were always various problems.
All kinds of things are involved with him.
"I know." Ming Jue answered lifelessly while holding his breath.
If he could, he wouldn't help her take on any tasks. If he could, he wouldn't want her hands to be stained with blood.
However, that was the only way to help her.
"Can you help me find out the whereabouts of Sister Mi Ai? I don't represent Purgatory Hall now, I'm just Mozhu." It's just the Mozhu you know.
Ming Jue suddenly smiled evilly, "Okay, since you are Mo Zhu, then I am the Ming Jue of the past, not the Ming Jue of the mafia, so can we give up the partisanship for the time being?"