There was something in her words, and Mo Nanjue could not hear it. All the secret guards had been dispatched, and the defense's vigilance after the explosion was raised to the highest level. It would be difficult to sneak into any place again.

This is the Tibetan Gate, not a playground for you to walk freely.

Mo Nanjue had a cold face, and the pain made it difficult for his five fingers to hold. The man in black held his hand, but was pushed away by the man. His eyes fell on Meng Yao's face, "No matter how messy this place is, you still have to lose what you should lose."

Meng Yao knew that he was referring to Luo Gu.

She also understood what he meant, and Meng Yao smiled, "Young Master Jue said this, but it's up to man. You can't just stop working hard just because you lose something, right?"

Obviously, she understood.

Mo Nanjue's narrow peach blossom eyes were gently pulled open, and after two simple conversations, the two had reached an alliance.

He rescued Luo Gu for her, and she helped find Mo Beiyan.

In the Tibetan Sect, the only person who can do something is Meng Yao.

The secret guard wanted to capture Mo Nanjue alive. Seeing this situation, although he was injured, they could not do anything, so they had to say, "Mr. Jue, the car is waiting outside, please come here."

Mo Nanjue's thin lips slightly raised, "Don't you want to help me to the infirmary?"

“…”

The secret guard was a little worried, and Meng Yao took the opportunity to step forward and stretched out a hand at him, "Young Master Jue, thank you for attending my brother's wedding today."

Mo Nanjue glanced at her, and the moment he raised his hand, Meng Yao quickly stuffed something into his hand.

Mo Nanjue's expression was cold and he could not see any fluctuations at all.

Meng Yao stepped back and covered the gaze of the secret guard, "Sir Jue, go slowly."

Mo Nanjue's slender hand was put into his pocket, and the wound on his back had begun to turn white. The dripping blood gathered into a large pool under his body. He did not let out a cry of pain, and he pursed his thin lips and turned around and walked outward.

The man in black did not dare to help him, so he had to walk beside him with all his steps. More than a dozen secret guards followed him, and the guns in his hands were always tightly held.

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The wedding was halfway through and was forced to be suspended due to the explosion.

The secret guard sent all the guests out, searched all areas of the Tibetan sect, and even used a scout dog to ensure that everything was foolproof.

Fortunately, the casualties were not large, and the explosives were hidden in the dining plate, and only a small number of waiters were injured.

Meng Shaoling was not surprised. He knew that someone would definitely make trouble for his wedding, which would make him uneasy.

If not, that would be abnormal.

...

Tibetan Gate, dungeon.

The damp ground smelled smelly. In the cell, Mo Beiyan was leaning against the wall. He held the railing with one hand. The wound behind his head had condensed, showing a very deep red color.

Through the corridor, a very light voice came from the room opposite, "Mo Beiyan?"

The man turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at her, "Why... are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid," Mo Huantong moved forward. Although it was far away, she still tried to get closer to him. "I used to be afraid of the dark, but now I'm not afraid."

"Why?"

“…”

A long silence.

Mo Huantong didn't speak, and she wouldn't tell him that it was because of the time she was in prison that she realized that it was probably useless.

No matter how afraid of the dark, no one will care about you.

Gradually, I got used to it.
Chapter completed!