Mu Xiaobao hummed anxiously, "Mother, Xiaobao is safe."
Mo Jiuling just smiled casually, not surprised, "Me neither."
"Why not kill him?"
A hint of coldness flashed across his brow, "I can't kill him, I can't kill him. He won't reveal it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to be so carefree now."
Mu Lingbo's worries continued unabated. He only knew that he could not die now and must detoxify as soon as possible.
Seeing the way Xiaobao looked at Mo Jiuling, she couldn't bear it. The safest thing for Xiaobao was to stay away from this person.
"I have something to ask the Fu family." She said coldly, without moving her head away, no longer caring about the eyes behind her.
The night dew was deep and cold, and the entire Baolai Mansion was completely silent.
He drove out almost everyone who was originally in this mansion and took it as his own. Now all his subordinates were ordered out, and only the room where he and Xiaobao lived was still lit.
In the darkness, through the moonlight, I could see the shadows of the mountains not far away. Everything was completely silent, not even the chirping of insects could be heard.
Mu Lingbo took a fire folder, lit a new torch and entered the backyard.
He found a random room and kicked open the door.
There was a fishy stench in the house, and she saw two people wearing pig-head masks inside through the firelight. She frowned and growled, "Who are you two?"
One person moved desperately, the iron chain made a clanging sound, and a rich middle-aged man's voice said tremblingly, "Let me out... let me out..."
The other one was lying on the ground dying, with a hoarse voice, "Fu Lingbo?"
She sneered and said, "It turns out to be His Highness the Crown Prince. I seem to have told you that I have nothing to do with the Fu family."
"What do you want?"
Mu Lingbo walked a few steps forward and lightly kicked the mask with his toes, causing the mask to shatter.
The disheveled and dirty Xuanyuan Jing still couldn't help but lean against the wall behind him, and said with a bitter smile, "Did you come to kill me after seeing that I'm not dead?"
Mu Lingbo took two steps back to a range that he could not reach anyway, and lowered his gaze, "When you sent the killers from Tianzhu Tower to chase me to the end, did you ever think about today?"
Mentioning that year, Xuanyuan Jing laughed miserably: "Successful kings and defeated criminals naturally think about the time when things fail, but I never thought that I would die in your hands."
"You are wrong. I am not here to kill you. You are not worthy of my death. I just want to appreciate whether the prince today still has the majesty of the past. I have no interest in your life. Killing you will dirty my hands.
." She looked down at the two people, "It is better to wait for your father to find out all your crimes and let him personally make this decree."
Hearing Mu Lingbo's voice about to leave, Fu Zhaoyan hurriedly moved the chain, "Lingbo, I never thought of killing you! I am your uncle!"
She chuckled, "Hello, second uncle."
He had never thought that one day he would personally say this to his niece who did not want to recognize him.
The next moment, she whispered, "Goodbye, second uncle."
The door was closed again, and Fu Zhaoyan's shouts were still surrounding the room.
Opening the second room, the iron chain moved violently again.
The people on the ground were shaking non-stop, and the voices of a man and a woman were trembling and pleading, "Don't... don't come here..."
Mu Lingbo looked at several pots piled randomly next to him. In addition to the so-called pot of pig food, there were also some poisonous insects and spiders. These two people must have been tortured. No wonder they only heard a little noise and their spirits were on the verge of breaking out.
