Qin Lan threw herself from behind, hugged the poor Lao Liu, and cried loudly: "You are not allowed to bully your husband!"
"Get out!" The poor old sixth person shocked Qin Lan and said, "Mo Ling, if you want to take him away today, you must step past my body!"
Qin Lan fell to the ground all of a sudden.
"Qin Lan!" Mo Ling exclaimed.
Bai Weiwei hurriedly ran in and squatted down to help Qin Lan up.
Bai Weiwei was a little disgusted, especially after seeing the scars on Mo Xiang's body and thinking about the oil pan. She said to the poor Lao Liu: "Dad, what's going on?"
When the poor Lao Liu saw her coming in, he gritted his teeth and said, "He killed my son, it was like cutting off my flesh! I also wanted to cut off his flesh, and cut him out every day! It would make him worse than death!"
"You have to eat his meat every day?" Bai Weiwei began to vomit while holding Qin Lan...
"How could I eat this kind of poultry meat? It's just cut a piece every day and fry it in a pan. Let him eat it by himself, look," said the poor Lao Liu quite proudly: "Weiwei, he can live until now if he doesn't eat anything else every day, just eat one piece of his own meat."
Bai Weiwei couldn't vomit even more and was unable to stand firmly.
The poor sixth girl was panicked and wanted to support her when she came over.
She waved her arms and avoided: "Don't touch me, I'll ask you! Does Mo Qianxun know about this?"
If Mo Qianxun agreed to do this, then the hatred in his heart would be even greater, and his heart would be as solid as iron!
Seeing that she avoided him, the poor Lao Liu knew that she could not accept it for the moment, so he said, "Chianxun, Chihiro doesn't know, he just handed him over to me and let me deal with it."
"Qianxun said, you can do it," Bai Weiwei wiped his mouth: "So he still guessed how you would treat Mo Xiang..."
The poor old six said anxiously: "He is such a bad person, who doesn't want to eat raw meat?!"
Bai Weiwei covered her chest with a pale face: "So that... he also allowed this..."
She knew that those who have accomplished great things since ancient times must have been killed, but she didn't want to, and she didn't want Qianxun to do the same...
"If Qianxun is cruel, will he allow him to live until now?" The poor old six pointed at Mo Ling.
The poor Lao Liu was furious: "You can't stand these things? Then think about Wen Tai's death and this girl's madness! If you don't kill people, it doesn't mean that others won't kill you! This is the case in the world. Do you want to die of old age or be killed? It all depends on your state of mind!"
"You bad guy!" Qin Lan held Bai Weiwei and pointed at the poor Lao Liu angrily. In her eyes, those who hurt Mo Ling were all bad guys.
The poor old six looked at Bai Weiwei in disappointment: "Weiwei, Qianxun is not allowed to go out these dozens of days in order to save you. He is closed in a medicine barrel every day. Today, you actually brought someone to rob people, which is great!"
He shook the dagger in his hand and said, "You don't care about Mo Qianxun. I'm worried. If you want to save him, then you can kill me. Kill me and you can take him away! But I tell you, Mo Ling, your father did not die suddenly, but was killed by this guy with his own hands. It was just because your father wanted to pass the throne to you, and he became angry and killed your father. You probably don't know?"
The poor Lao Liu's dagger fell to Mo Xiang. Mo Ling was stunned. He had just loosened the rope behind Mo Xiang and recovered Mo Xiang's arm.
Mo Xiang has been hanging in the air for several months, and his arms have long been falling to a distorted look, twisted and deformed like a disabled person.
Every time he moves, it hurts.
Heart-wrenching pain.
Mo Ling looked at his brother with pain: "Is it true?"