Mo Shao's wife is super sweet

Chapter 1078 He looks like Bai Yuetong, but in his heart, he is still his son
Wang looked into those deep and cold eyes. Only when he faced that woman could people feel the warmth.

He looks like Bai Yuetong, but deep down, he is still his son.

A tinge of tolerance suddenly appeared in Wang's dark eyes, and his voice was flat, "I don't care how you make trouble, it doesn't matter if you throw Wang Ting off, but you are not allowed to take her away."

Speaking of the last sentence, there was a tinge of shocking thick hostility in his tone.

Mo Feibai stared at him.

The man he should call his father.

There was medicine made from his blood on Bai Yuetong's body, she couldn't leave him at all.

Unless Mo Feibai can find an antidote, this will be a shackle that will imprison him for a lifetime.

Mo Feibai clenched the knife in his hand, and slowly closed his eyelashes.

……

At the same moment, the Duke's mansion.

The old woman who had taken care of Buwei Ni for more than ten years walked slowly down the long corridor with her back bent.

After Buweini died, the woman was heartbroken and her face became haggard.

Through the glass window, the woman looked at the new moon hanging high in the sky, and recalled everything about Buwei being alive in the past for a while, and then, with a ferocious expression, she began to curse Su Weiliang.

"Lord, if you hear my prayer, please let that woman die a terrible death, be punished by a thousand swords, not be reborn after death, and be a lonely soul forever—"

With the last word stuck in her throat, she opened her eyes wide, wondering why the picture suddenly turned upside down?

In her last consciousness, she saw a pair of cold, bloodthirsty eyes, and her own body that was cut in two.

With a sound of "touching—" blood spurted wildly, and the lower body of the old woman fell to the ground.

A man stood in the deserted lobby, with scarlet liquid dripping from the cold sword body like a stream.

He didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, his figure flashed, looking for the next target.

The god of death came, and the accompanying killings spread to the entire castle.

"Shoot, shoot quickly—" the butler commanded the guards with a terrified expression.

The bullets swept one after another, and the black figure looked like a ghost. You could only see a dark shadow flashing past, and it was in front of you in the blink of an eye. With a swing of the knife, three heads fell to the ground.

The housekeeper fell to the ground: "I have never done anything, please, please forgive me..."

Crimson stood in front of him expressionlessly, unmoved at all, raised her hand, and swung the knife down.

A murderous aura came out of nowhere, the crimson eyebrows furrowed, and the prison door was slashed open.

The ground was scarlet, and there was a strong smell of blood floating in the air.

The corpses of several prisoners were dismembered into dozens of pieces, scattered all over the place.

Several heads were kicked into the corner. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they must have suffered inhuman torture during their lifetime.

Crimson went to the window and looked down, the night was pitch black, without any figure, the murderous owner just now had disappeared.

"Help me..." Life's weak and desolate female voice came to her ears, accompanied by sobbing, if it wasn't for the training that Crimson had trained since she was a child, she wouldn't have heard it at all.

Crimson slashed open the cell wall again and entered a black corridor.

"……help me……"

The sound of the cold liquid dripping was very clear in the quiet space, tick tock.

He walked through an empty passage, and the sound of his footsteps was very clear in the silent space.

"help me……"

With a barely audible sound, Crimson turned a corner and finally saw the person calling for help clearly.

At first glance, his face changed for a moment.

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)