Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 338
"Master Hou thinks too much of himself, doesn't he? Let me tell you, this is what His Highness means, to leave a bloodline for your Mu family, Muyanghou, you should be satisfied! As for which one to keep, it's up to you Pointing fingers!" Another voice full of disdain and indifference sounded faintly.

"You!" The old voice was furious, but helpless.

After a moment of silence, he turned to say in a low voice full of coercion: "Qing Yang!"

The meaning in that tone is self-evident——

"Father..." The voice of despair and loss echoed in the empty cell, like a lament or a sigh.It turned out that in his father's eyes, he was just an insignificant villain... He didn't understand that he and his elder brother were clearly siblings, but why no matter how hard he tried for so many years, his father still couldn't see him in his eyes ?

"Your elder brother is the eldest son, you should know how to do it!"

Before Mu Qingyang opened his mouth to compromise, a mocking voice said coldly: "Mu Yanghou, His Highness has ordered, only save the second son Mu and the three uncles and nephews of the Bai family!"

"Second Master Mu, please!"

"No, don't, you guys help me, I don't want to die yet!" Mu Zhaoyang's tone became more and more terrified, as if carrying a deep fear.

Luo Yu lowered his voice and said, "Boss, what should we do now?"

"Wait and see what happens. Let's talk about it after they leave." Nangong Qianmo said in a deep voice.Since Tantai Yixin wants to save someone, she won't meddle in her own business to stop her. After all, for Mu Qingyang, she doesn't want him to die.It's just that Mu Zhengfeng's attitude towards Mu Qingyang is really subtle...

After a while, the prison gradually became quiet, leaving only the sounds of Mu Zhaoyang and Baishi hugging each other and crying through the railing.

Suddenly, Mu Zhaoyang felt a black shadow covering his eyes, looked up, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"The person who came to ask you!" Nangong Qianmo stood at the angle of the backlight, covered her face with a black scarf, and deliberately lowered her voice, so the other party couldn't see her face clearly.

A gleam flashed across Mu Zhaoyang's eyes, he didn't want to die, even if there was still a last ray of hope! "Why should I answer your question?"　
"Hehe!" Nangong Qianmo looked at him sarcastically, and explained what he was thinking: "I can save your life, how about it?"

"Zhaoyang, don't listen to him!" Mu Zhengfeng seemed to sense something was wrong, and said hastily with his hands on the railing.

Mu Zhaoyang ignored him completely, and only stared at her: "Is this true?"

"It's already noon, do you have any other choice besides trusting me?" Nangong Qianmo glanced at him lightly, and sneered softly.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?" Mu Zhengfeng asked closely, with a flash of uneasiness and worry in his eyes.

Before Nangong Qianmo could respond, Mu Zhaoyang said, "Ask whatever you want!"　
"Zhaoyang!" This time it was Mu Zhengfeng and Bai Shi who shouted together.

"Enough, if you can't save me, can't you let me save myself?!" Mu Zhaoyang's face was stained with madness, his eyes were scarlet and he roared angrily.There is only one thought in his mind now, and that is—to live!

Mu Zhengfeng and Bai Shi looked at him in disbelief. The person in front of them made them feel very strange, and they couldn't help but feel mixed feelings for a moment. When did the heir who was raised and raised from childhood become like this...

Nangong Qianmo cast a sideways glance at Mu Zhengfeng and his wife, with a hint of sarcasm flashing across the corner of his eyes, hehe, is this the good son Mu Zhengfeng wants to keep at the risk of his life?

"Tell me, who killed Feng Shi?" asked straight to the point in a cold and sharp voice.

In Mu Zhaoyang's eyes, a trace of struggling in panic flashed quickly, his eyes were erratic, "Didn't I confess everything, I killed people!"

"Hehe," Nangong Qianmo's mouth curled slightly, and his eyes were sharp as sharp blades, and he pointed straight at him: "It seems that you don't want this chance to survive."

"No!" There was deep fear and fear hidden in Mu Zhaoyang's eyes. Of course he wanted to live, but he really couldn't tell that person, otherwise he would die faster with that person's ability!

Nangong Qianmo's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to leave without giving him any time to think. Sure enough, Mu Zhaoyang's eager voice came from behind him: "Wait! I can tell you who that person is, but you must Keep me safe!"

"Yes." Nangong Qianmo paused, her gaze fell on him, as if she was waiting for his answer.

Mu Zhengfeng became anxious, and shouted sharply: "Zhaoyang, shut up!"

"That person is on the first floor...uh..." Before he finished speaking, Mu Zhaoyang held his throat tightly, his pupils shrank suddenly, stared at Mu Zhengfeng's direction and said no more. Say a word.

Nangong Qianmo's eyes suddenly shot a cold light, "Mu Zhengfeng, you are so loyal, you can even kill your own son!" After all, she still underestimated Mu Zhengfeng, an old man , this kind of insidious technique of sealing the throat with one trick is not common, although it is not fatal, it is enough to make people never have the chance to speak again in this life!

Just about to ask again, Luo Yu reminded in a low voice: "Boss, the people who escorted them to the execution ground are coming, we must leave immediately!"

A dark color flashed across Nangong Qianmo's eyes, and finally said in a deep voice: "Withdraw!"

Sure enough, as soon as they left the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Zhang Han's people arrived, escorting a group of people from the Muyanghou Mansion to the execution ground. Of course, they also included "Mu Qingyang", "Bai Sheng" and "Bai Che" three people.

The noon sun was very poisonous, and the scorching light hurt people's eyes.The tops of the locust trees on the edge of the execution ground did not move at all, and the weather was so stuffy that people felt panicked.The yamen servants of the Ministry of Punishment wore thick official uniforms, and beads of sweat dripped down their foreheads. The color of the official uniforms was a little darker than usual, and they were obviously soaked.

"It's [-]:[-] noon, execution!"

Following Zhang Han's order, several executioners immediately took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the shiny guillotine. They raised the knife and dropped it, blood splashed all over the ground, and it was dark red.

At the end of the street, Nangong Qianmo and Luo Yu hid in the crowd, quietly watching everything on the execution ground.

"Boss, the 'first floor' that Mu Zhaoyang mentioned at the end is the famous first floor in Jianghu?" Luo Yu asked doubtfully.

"There is no explanation other than this. It seems that this Gongsun Heng is not as indifferent to world affairs as he appears on the surface." Nangong Qianmo's eyes were always locked on Mu Zhengfeng, and he asked in a low voice: "You should deal with this matter." Don't pursue it any further, as if what happened today never happened, remember?"

"Yes!" Luo Yu saw that the boss rarely showed such a serious expression, so he didn't ask any more questions, and immediately responded without mentioning it.

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(End of this chapter)