Mo Nanjue stood still and kept his arms tightening around Tong Ran's waist. He pursed his lips tightly, his face soaked in the dark emotions.

Everyone present was silent...no one spoke.

On the path to the right, Mo Beiyan took Meng Yao to walk towards this side.

Dozens of secret guards hurriedly walked over when they saw this, and all knelt on one knee, "The Master of the Sect."

Meng Yao ignored it, she bypassed them and slowly walked towards the explosion...

She had heard about it just now when she was in the villa. When she walked over, she had no consciousness and felt that her legs were not her own.

Meng Yao walked to the middle of the collapsed whistle tower and could still smell a pungent smell.

The residue in the ground...

Meng Yao's eyes were stunned, and suddenly her knees became weak and she knelt down like this.

She supported the ground with both hands, her palms were pierced by gravels, Meng Yao lowered her head deeply, and tears fell on the back of her hand...

He died in the Tibetan Sect.

Died where she was born and raised...

Meng Yao cried silently, her shoulders trembled. She turned her head and looked at the crowd, her lips trembling so much that she couldn't close. "Today...is the birthday of the old man."

I don't know who said this sentence to.

My son’s birthday...is his death day.

Is it true that they are destined to be incompatible?

Meng Yao closed her eyes and did not cry loudly. She thought that if he heard it, he would be annoyed...

He always annoyed her, right?

The same goes for death... He never gave her a good look, never before.

He did what he said, and would never look at her more even if she gave birth to a son for him.

It was her fault. Luo Xiao didn't need these. What he needed was never these. What he wanted had been lost long ago.

So what about the first woman? So what about having sex with her? I don’t have a heart, I’m all empty...

Luo Xiao, you are too cruel.

No one is more cruel than you...

Meng Yao covered her face with her hands, and tears flowed into her palms.

Mo Beiyan didn't open his eyes. He didn't want to watch this scene more. He walked up to Mu Bailiang and leaned over to lift his chin, "I don't think you are white?"

Mu Bailiang turned his face away, "Get out!"

"You should think about this word before talking about it!" Mo Beiyan raised his hand and punched him directly. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, wait until you can't see the light of day in the basement, and you will be white."

Mo Beiyan said as he stood up straight. He looked at the man in black, "Find a car to send him out first. There may be agents in the Tibetan sect ambush. Don't let them rescue him."

"Yes, the eldest master."

Several men in black pulled Mu Bailiang and walked out. The car stopped at the main entrance of the Tibetan Gate. The two pushed him into the car, one with guns on the left and the other one was on the right.

The driver starts the engine, and the car drives on the plate and on the road...

At the fork not far away, Huo Xinjie took out the bullet and leaned in the driver's seat to rest.

The phone rang suddenly, and she hurriedly picked it up, "How is it?"

"Miss, my brothers and I saw Mu Bailiang being taken out... we should have to send him away first."

"Send it away?" Huo Xinjie opened her eyes, "What car?"

"Black, Lincoln."

"Continue to stare and try to find Mu Chengfei."

After Huo Xinjie finished speaking, she hung up the phone. Within a minute, a Lincoln car appeared in her field of vision.

Huo Xinjie frowned. Are they planning to torture him or... let him go?

The latter is more likely.
Chapter completed!