133. Chapter 133 Chapter 0132 Live longer and suffer more
Every girl dreams and expects that a boy who belongs to her will appear, and then he will take care of her with his broad chest. When she is confused and lost, he will stand in front of her and lead her step by step towards the future.
"Quick, catch her!"
A large group of little boys quickly chased Mo Yan, who was only ten years old. Because she ran too fast, she stumbled and fell to the ground. Before she could get up, fists and kicks rained down on her.
"Kill her."
"Yes, beat her to death. It was her mother who killed Mo Qing's father."
"Mo Qing, what are you doing standing there? Come and avenge your father..."
Mo Qing, who was only twelve years old, remained motionless and looked at Mo Yan who was being beaten expressionlessly. Hearing the voice of his companion, he frowned slightly and said, "Stop beating him."
Seeing that the little boys were still fighting, Mo Qing raised his voice and shouted: "I told you to stop fighting."
Seeing that Mo Qing was angry, the little boys quickly stopped and retreated behind him.
The crowd dispersed, and the bruised Mo Yan crawled to Mo Qing's feet, choking and saying: "Brother Mo Qing, why do they always hit the inkstone? Did Yan'er do something wrong?"
"You didn't, it was your mother."
Mo Qing appeared to be much more mature than other people of his age. After saying these words coldly, he turned around and left.
"Mother? What's wrong with mother?"
Mo Yan asked confusedly. In the ten years since she was born in the Mo family, she had only seen her mother once in the dungeon of the Mo family. When she learned that her mother was imprisoned in the dungeon, she went around asking questions about her mother.
What mistake did she make and why was she locked up in the dungeon for so long? However, no matter how she asked, no one told her. Even the older generation didn't even look at her.
Even if she asked the servants of the Mo family who raised her, there was no answer.
Mo Qing paused for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Mo Yan with red eyes, and said word by word: "She killed my father."
"How come?"
After receiving this answer, Mo Yan still blinked in confusion and murmured: "How could mother, how could it be possible..."
"I won't let them beat you because I want you to live longer and suffer more."
Mo Qing left these words and left, and she had not seen him again since then. And she gradually grew up in endless torture and humiliation. She once wanted to go and die, but she finally gritted her teeth and persisted, because she
I want to know what all this is about.
Eight years later, she finally knew the crime her mother had committed, and she even knew her identity. She was Mo Qing's half-sister. Because of her mother, Mo Qing, who was about to become the head of the Mo family,
Qing's father left without saying goodbye, leaving Mo Qing's mother and son behind and disappeared into the vast sea of people. Two years later, Mo Qing's father returned to the Mo family with serious injuries and later died.
No one knows how Mo Qing's father died. It is for this reason that the entire Mo family attributes the death of Mo Qing's father to Mo Yan's mother. But because Mo Yan's mother was pregnant at the time, Mo Changtian did not immediately transfer her to Mo Yan's mother.
Killed. Instead, after Mo Yan was born, he was thrown into the dungeon and never saw the light of day again.
Suddenly one day, Mo Changtian came to Mo Yan and told her that she could save her mother.
In order to save his mother, Mo Yan went to Gef City alone, where he stole information about Yaoguang and gave it to Mo Changtian in the land of fireworks...
How much she longed for someone who could protect her from wind and rain, but she also knew that these were luxuries for her, but she was still waiting silently in her heart, dreaming silly dreams, hoping that one day, this person
He appeared in front of her and said to her, "Yan'er is not afraid, you still have me." However, after so many years, no one stood by her side, not even a word of comfort.
Listening to the wind whistling by her ears, Mo Yan stared unblinkingly at Zhao Qingzhu who was charging towards Mo Changtian. As she watched, she suddenly chuckled, and in the midst of her laughter, her tears stopped.
It kept flowing down.
For twenty years, she finally waited for that person to appear!
At this moment, all the troubles in the world have gone away, all the noisy sounds have disappeared, and the hated people have disappeared.
Only Zhao Qingzhu, only Qingzhu!
Seeing Zhao Qingzhu actually holding Mo Yan towards him, a trace of disdain flashed in Mo Changtian's eyes. Without the giant shears, could Zhao Qingzhu pose a threat to him?
Seeing that Zhao Qingzhu was about to rush in front of him, Mo Changtian suddenly raised his knife and moved forward.
Buzz!
There was a muffled sound, and the giant scissors in Mo Changtian's hand suddenly trembled violently. Before Mo Changtian could recover, the violently trembling giant scissors broke away from his hand, and then flew out with a whoosh, and were quickly
Zhao Qingzhu rushed over and grabbed it in his hand.
The moment he caught the giant scissors, Zhao Qingzhu did not hesitate at all and used the knife style boldly.
"Knife style, split the ground!
Amidst the loud shouts, the giant scissors burst out with dazzling light and slashed down, sinking deeply into the floor.
boom…
There was a shocking loud noise, and a terrifying sword lightning flashed out, splitting the floor and heading straight towards Mo Changtian at an astonishing speed.
"Damn it!"
Mo Changtian finally came to his senses. The giant scissors were a magical weapon, and he had the same idea as Zhao Qingzhu. Zhao Qingzhu had thrown the giant scissors to him before, but he was just setting a trap for him to get inside.
After waking up, Mo Changtian did not dodge, but quickly drew his sword. The ink-colored long sword came out of its sheath silently, and the ink-and-ink sword energy filled the sky. He met the sword energy and slashed Xixi.
The pure white sword energy and the ink sword energy collided instantly, and the violent air flow suddenly filled the entire fourth floor of the hall, and the void trembled violently due to the collision between the sword energy and the sword energy.
Feeling the fluctuation and trembling of the air around him, Zhao Qingzhu suddenly grinned evilly.
"not good!"
Mo Changtian, who also felt the fluctuations in the air around him, looked horrified. Zhao Qingzhu was deliberately leading him to draw his sword. His real purpose was to destroy the fingertip tower!
boom!
Because after the collision between sword energy and sword energy, the fluctuating and trembling space exploded, and violent destructive energy instantly spread in all directions.
In the loud sound that resounded throughout Yuqiong City, a wave of destructive aura cut off all the load-bearing walls of the four-story hall and then flashed out, spreading to the sky several miles around Yuqiong City!
squeak squeak...
After the load-bearing wall of the four-story hall was cut off, the fingertip tower suddenly made a creaking sound. Amidst the creaking sound, the fingertip tower began to tilt!
"Hahaha…"
Looking at the crumbling fingertip tower, Zhao Qingzhu put away his knife and hugged Mo Yan and ran to the window. Amidst the endless heroic laughter, he jumped down without a trace of hesitation.
Rumble…
The Mohist fingertip tower, which was sixteen stories high and had stood for thousands of years, suddenly collapsed. In the thick smoke that filled the sky, screams could be heard one after another. Amidst the screams, Da Zhongjiu, who was fighting with the Mohist members in the fourth-floor hall, dodged from the thick smoke.
And out.
Seeing Zhao Qingzhu holding Mo Yan standing on the roof of a building opposite, he quickly rushed over and stood firmly beside Zhao Qingzhu.
As soon as Dachongjiu landed next to Zhao Qingzhu, members of the Mo family rushed out one after another from the thick smoke that filled the sky thousands of feet in radius.
Looking at the thick smoke rising into the sky, Zhao Qingzhu gently put down the inkstone and asked softly: "Girl, will you feel better if you destroy this fingertip tower?"
"Uh-huh."
Mo Yan nodded fiercely, but his eyes were full of tears.
This finger spire was like a prison to her, which trapped her throughout her youth.
Looking at the collapsed fingertip tower in front of him, Mo Yan slowly knelt down and choked softly: "Mother... go well..."