Seeing that neither of them spoke, Mo Xing thought they didn't believe it.

"I know you don't believe it, because the Mo family and the God Lord have never dealt with each other, but that's just the surface you see. Mo Shiyu is a dog of the God Lord... and I am the one who runs errands for this dog... the dog's leg!"

Hearing him describe himself like this, Feng Chenglin couldn't help laughing: "Don't Leg..."

"Yes, I am Mo Shiyu's dog leg, not only me, but also Miss Nine!!"

“…”

Mo Xing's voice was very cold: "On the surface, Mo Shiyu kindly adopted us, gave us food and drink, and provided us with wealth, but in fact? We are the ones he raised...the murder knife!"

This is an open secret for the senior management of the Mohist school.

"Except Mo Xiaobai, everyone around Mo Shiyu knows our identity! If you don't believe it, just grab someone and ask... Oh, Zhuge Dali also knows it, you can ask him too!"

"Zhuge Dali?" Feng Chenglin couldn't help but frowned: "He also knows your identities?"

How is that possible?

If that guy knew, he would have said it long ago.

After all, this matter has nothing to do with him. If you take it out and make a favor, wouldn’t it be the most appropriate?

Why did he hide it and say nothing?

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but become suspicious of Mo Xing's words.

"Mo Xing, don't say that I didn't warn you. Talking to us, you'd better think clearly before talking. If we discovered this matter and you were playing with us, I'm not scaring you, your fate would be very miserable!"

"I know what you mean," Mo Xing's expression was very calm, without the panic of revealing the lies. "You probably haven't heard of Zhuge Dali talking about this, so you have some doubts in your heart. It's very simple... He didn't say it because he didn't dare!"

"You don't have to pay attention to him and just talk about you," Ling Luoyu Tashui dug Feng Chenglin without any trace, "Shut up!"

Feng Chenglin was very sensible and pursed his lips on his own.

"Although everyone knows our identities, no one has ever dared to mention this matter, because the person who brought it up has disappeared from this world!"

Almost everyone in the Mo family knows that under Mo Shiyu's hands, there is a group of killers who are unable to see blood, but no one dares to discuss this matter.

Everyone is afraid of death.

Especially when this matter is not yours, who would take the initiative to bring up these things?

"You said you were killing someone for Mo Shiyu?" Mo Xuanchen thought of something and suddenly interrupted Mo Xing's words: "Then have you killed someone here?"

"No!"

"It's not just here, or around here... other places!" Mo Xuanchen's eyes were slightly red, "You, or someone among you, killed a woman!"

Feng Chenglin's smile instantly sank and he looked at Ling Luoyu thoughtfully.

Ling Luoyu did not answer, but raised his eyebrows at him and understood what he meant.

Both of them were silent and looked at Mo Xing meaningfully.

The three eyes put Mo Xing inexplicably pressure, and he hurriedly shook his head: "No, absolutely not!"

"Do you don't have it, or do you all have it?" Mo Xuanchen sat in his eyes, tapping the table with his fingertips, "I'll answer me after I've thought about it!"

At this moment, Mo Xing felt murderous intent.
Chapter completed!