When Ye Wanqiu heard the news, he almost fell to the ground on the spot.
For a moment, she felt completely confused.
Lin Wenlan, the name that had been like a nightmare to her since she was a child, finally went offline.
There was a time when she wanted to commit suicide and was ashamed to be the daughter of that kind of woman.
However, she couldn't escape the fact that it was Lin Wenlan who gave birth to her.
"Wanqiu, if you want to cry, just cry."
Ning Yan didn't know how to comfort Ye Wanqiu, so she could only sit silently with her.
Ye Wanqiu had a calm face, but tears flowed down silently.
Li Wenlan fully deserves to have reached this point.
People are doing it, and God is watching.
But she is already dead.
Generally speaking, no matter how much hatred there is, it will dissipate.
But how could Ye Wanqiu dissipate?
Her father was killed outside by her own mother, without leaving even ashes.
The only thing Ye Wanqiu couldn't figure out was why Lin Wenlan killed her father Ye Zhiyuan after they had already been sent away and the two of them were separated.
Is Lin Wenlan a heinous sinner?
Absolutely.
Even if Lin Wenlan hadn't been so crazy and crazy behind the scenes to try all kinds of tricks on her own daughter, she wouldn't have reached this dead end.
But now, none of this matters.
It really doesn't matter anymore.
Mr. Ye clenched his hands tightly with a smile on his lips.
Lin Wenlan's death also represented her liberation.
There is still Su Mu in this world.
Reaching out to wipe away his tears, Ye Wanqiu held Ning Yan's hand and said softly:
"You can't tell grandpa about this. That woman gave birth to me. No matter how bad she was, it was my mother who gave me life."
Ning Yan nodded vigorously:
"Let's go see her off for the last time."
Mr. Ye shook his head:
"You don't have to go, I will arrange it."
When she got up, she became the proud and domineering president again.
Ning Yan sighed in her heart, a little bit blaming Su Mu.
This bastard can't get through on the phone and has no news at all. What the hell is he doing?
Lin Wenlan's death did not create any disturbance.
However, Qi Jiaming's death was like a passing hurricane.
While Mo Zongheng was still receiving Du Ziteng and Yu Liuli in the office, he got the news immediately.
The moment he heard the news, his brain buzzed.
Then I got a splitting headache.
The words he used to say about interception and killing were more or less meant to be a slap in the face.
At a certain level, how is it possible to kill someone just by asking?
He is not Su Mu.
A very simple truth.
When one's status reaches a certain level, no matter how serious a crime is committed, who is sentenced to death?
The most serious thing is a reprieve of death.
Why not kill?
Because the cost of killing is too high.
No one can guarantee what kind of counterattack the other party will make before dying.
This world is not black and white.
Su Mu dared to touch the Li family because Su Mu was a loner.
In addition, his backer is the sect, so the Li family can only be beaten passively.
But Mohism is different.
If the Mo family and the Qi family recklessly go to war, no one can afford the tragic results.
Su Yunkai can't even do it.
This is not as simple as one plus one equals two.
Once the flames of war are ignited, they are out of control.
Especially now.
Obviously, Mo Zongheng knew that Qi Jiaming had been tricked to death.
And he will bear the biggest suspicion for Qi Jiaming's death.
What a vicious strategy.
One stone kills many birds.
What to do now?
Su Mu, you bastard, what are you doing?
Mo Zongheng made a prompt decision:
"Qi Jiaming is dead, and we have become the biggest suspects. Everyone, tell your families and prepare for war."
The people present were horrified and moved.
What is Su Mu doing at this time?
My balls hurt.
In Yongle Hall, he spent almost two days recovering from his injuries, and was about to go into seclusion to take the Huntian Pill that Su Xuanji left for him, when Su Xuanji and Zhuo Buli appeared.
Zhuo Buli stayed in the imperial capital to take charge, but Su Mu left the imperial capital with secrets by Su Xuanji.
When he left Yongle Hall, Su Mu was in pain.
Because he boarded a shuttle-shaped aircraft directly in the backyard of Yongle Hall.
The aircraft was small in size and completely black. It was floating so quietly at a height of one meter above the ground. There was no sound of the engine or any airflow fluctuations, just like a ghost.
Su Mu knew a little about the top-secret super weapons developed by various countries, but the picture in front of him still shocked him.
This aircraft cannot see the engine, and even from the outside, it is impossible to know where the power system is.
After entering, the light inside the cabin was soft and bright, and the internal space was a bit scary, with a length of one hundred meters and a width of thirty meters.
But from the outside, the size of this aircraft is only ten meters long and three meters wide.
This miraculous scene frightened Su Mu to the point of freezing his brain.
He thought of Fatty.
Then he understood.
This is not a secret equipment that a certain country should have at all, but... a technology that belongs to the Hall of Valor.
Entering the aircraft was like another world. Su Mu didn't even feel the weightlessness caused by the thing taking off.
"Sit down!"
The flight cabin has a very sci-fi color, but it is extremely simple. There are only two chairs in the huge cabin, not even a cockpit.
Su Mu couldn't bear it anymore and woke up the fat man:
"Fat Master, what the hell is this?"
The fat man ignored him at all.
Su Xuanji looked at Su Mu calmly and said slowly:
"No need to ask Grandpa Ye, I will tell you."
Su Mu was stunned.
Ancestor Ye?
He then remembered that Fatty had said that the man who made it was named Ye, and it was said that he was the same generation as the two ancestors of the Feng and Zhuo clans.
The fat man is really weird.
"Old man...how do you know Fatty?"
Su Xuanji smiled slightly, but his eyes were profound.
Su Mu knew he had asked a stupid question.
Forget it, I won't ask anymore.
Whether it's Fat Master or Hun Tian Dan, Su Xuanji should have left it to him, so do you need to ask anything else?
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll know when you get there."
Just two hours later, the hatch opened.
As soon as Su Mu walked out of the hatch, he was shocked again.
In the distance, the majestic and stretching mountains are actually the Andes.
Underfoot is an endless prairie.
This is more than 10,000 kilometers away... the Pampas?
Two hours?
This speed is too scary, right?
Gusts of wind blew, causing long grass to fly and roll away everywhere.
Su Xuanji was wearing a heather yellow robe, stepping on grass tips under his feet, as if he was standing in mid-air, letting his hair blow strongly, and the robe made a sound and undulated with the wind.
Deep in the grassland, there is a small rock castle.
"Go there."
Su Xuanji didn't even care about the aircraft hovering behind him, and just stepped on the long grass, like an immortal, and walked away with his long sleeves fluttering.
His tall body is as light as a feather, and if the wind is stronger, it can blow him hundreds of meters into the air.