Mysterious president, get away from me!

"Who are you

"What do you want to do?"

Before they finished, the ghost brake opened the door, grabbed the skinny driver, dragged him out of the car and beat him.

Seeing this, the tall man ran away in a panic. The ghost brake raised his pistol and shot him in the right leg. He screamed and fell to his knees.

"Say, where is Maureen? Are you in the car? " Ghost brake one foot step on the thin man's abdomen, one hand with a pistol pointed to the tall man creeping on the ground.

"I don't know..."

Thin voice just fell, ghost brake hard a foot in his important parts.

The cry of killing a pig resounded through the sky.

"If you play tricks again, I'll kill you! Let me ask you one last time, "where is Maureen?"

"Throw... Throw..."

Ghost brake at the foot of force, harshly way, "throw to where?"

"Wuwu, it's going to break. Please spare my life... Let me go... I'll take you to..."

The ghost brake directly broke the thin man's hands and feet to prevent him from running away, and then twisted him into his car with a chicken. In the same way, he stuffed the tall man who was bleeding more than ever, and turned the front of the car sharply to gallop in the direction he came.

After about five or six minutes, he finally got to the place that skinny said. The ghost brake made an emergency brake and left the two broken hands and feet in the car. He stepped out and ran to the mountain road covered by cangmu.

He went through all the grass in the woods, but he didn't find Maureen. He didn't even see the empty box!

Handsome face sink cold fierce, he one punch hits on the tree, call to tell Mu Chen cold what happened.

Mu Chen Han's left hand was holding a glass tightly. The blue veins on the back of his hand were bulging high. His deep eyes, like an ancient pond, were hiding unspeakable feelings. After hearing the news of the ghost temple, he was silent for a long time. "So, she's still alive?"

"There should be no life in danger."

"That's enough."

As long as she's alive. No matter where she is, he will find her out!

"Er Shao, what about the kidnappers?"

"Take them back to the villa first, ask the mastermind, and let them live rather than die."

If you dare to hurt that woman, the kidnappers will have the consciousness that life is worse than death.

His voice is very calm, but it is from this calm that the ghost temple can smell the murderous gas sweeping over, as well as the domineering power of destroying heaven and earth.

In front of me, it was dark. I could see nothing and hear nothing. My body seemed to move, but it was quite light. I could hardly feel my weight.

Maureen floated for a long time, and finally saw a faint light in the dark. She ran happily towards the light. She didn't know how long she ran, but she found that she suddenly came to a barren place.

The sky here is gray and low, with large areas of withered and yellow weeds, scattered with countless small earth bags, scattered with white bones or paper money, giving her the illusion that this is a random burial mound.

A wide, dark river roared past, and there was a suffocating sense of stillness in the air.

Where is this? She seemed to be the only one in the vast world. She panicked inexplicably and ran wildly again. Finally, she saw a dark shadow on the downhill. Those people lined up and walked slowly towards the bridge on the black river.

At the end of the bridge, there was an old woman in strange clothes guarding a large pot of soup. Every time she passed by a person, she scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it to him. The person did not refuse. She drank it obediently and then handed it back to her.

Mo Ling didn't know where to go. She was also behind the group of expressionless weirdos. Finally, it was her turn. The old lady handed her a bowl of soup and gave her a strange smile. "Drink this bowl of Mengpo soup and be born."

Mengpo soup? Mo Ling looked at the bowl in her hand. Is she dead?

Seeing her standing still, the old woman didn't urge her. Instead, she advised her, "girl, if you cross the river of forgetting Sichuan, the last life will be over. If you have any regrets or hatred, don't leave them for the next life. Drink them obediently."

"Am I dead?" Mo Ling murmured to himself, how also don't believe the fact that he has died.

The old woman had a strange smile on her face. "Isn't it good to die? Death is just the beginning of a new life. If you cross this bridge, you can forget the past and start another life. "

Mo Ling was stunned and nodded, "yes, I want to forget the past and start another life..."

She picked up Mengpo soup and sent it to her mouth. When her lips touched the bowl, one hand held her wrist tightly. A man's voice came from her ear: "don't drink it!"

When she looked up dully and saw the man's face clearly, her pupils suddenly shrank and cried out, "Mu Nianchen!"

Ming Ming Mu Chen as like as two peas, but she knew that Mu Nianchen was standing in front of her, not mu Chen.

Their aura is totally different.

Mu Nianchen clenched her wrist more tightly, and worried expression appeared on her handsome and matchless face. His voice was gentle. "Listen to me, this is not the place you should come to. Hurry back!"

Mo Ling shook his head, "don't go back. In my dream, you told me it was cold and dark here. I want to stay here with you."

His other palm covered her soft hair and sighed helplessly, "I don't need your company. Be obedient and go back."

He was as gentle as she imagined. Even in the face of her who indirectly killed him, he didn't have a word of complaint. Mo Ling's grievances turned into an impulse. She threw herself into his arms and shook her head and cried, "Nianchen, I won't go, don't drive me away... I want to be with you..."

Mu nianchentuo slowly tightened her hand on her back, but her tone was unquestionable and firm, "go back, there are people who miss you outside, you can't be so willful!"

She cried and shook her head, "no one cares about me..."

He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes seriously. "Why not, your friends, your family, and the children in your stomach? Do you really have the heart to leave them?"

Mo Ling stood stupidly. At the moment when she hesitated, mu Nianchen suddenly disappeared. Even Meng Po and the souls who lined up to receive soup disappeared. In the vast world, she was the only one left.

There was a faint voice in my ear.

"Doesn't it mean she's just a skin injury? Why don't you wake up? "

"Er Shao, the human brain has a self-defense mechanism. When encountering a major blow and injury, it will produce a defense mechanism, such as escape, self deception, fantasy and so on. The situation of the young lady is just because she subconsciously wants to escape and is not willing to wake up..."

After a long time, she heard the voice of Mu Chen Han.

"Maureen, wake up

His voice was deep and hoarse. It seemed that he was far away and near.

Mo Ling's heart is stuffy. She looks down at her abdomen. After a long time, she turns around and runs to the direction when she comes.

She ran faster and faster, her body became heavier and heavier, and her consciousness became more and more blurred.

All of a sudden, she felt her body falling down heavily. She was shocked. She suddenly opened her eyes. It was a familiar and beautiful face that burst into her eyes.

She stared at the man above her head, as if she hadn't pulled out of her dream.

"You wake up." Mu Chen cold deep eye Mou once delimited light of a touch of light, the finger of bone knot distinct shook in front of her, "how? What's wrong? "

She looked dazed and murmured, "where is this?" Is it human or hell.

Mu Chen cold Mou light one Shan, seem to have the color of not depressed, "here is the south palace Baron's home, is he rescued you to come back."

After Nangong Jue picked her up, he immediately asked the doctor to check her body, and called mu Chenhan. Mu Chenhan wanted to take Mo Ling back to Mu's home overnight, but she took the medicine and fell asleep. For the sake of safety, he asked her to stay at Nangong's home one more night.

Mo Ling avoided his sight, kept silent for a long time, and said, "I want to take a bath."

She had remembered all the things that happened in the secret room, and only felt that she was filthy.

"Good."

Looking at her thin and thin back, Mu Chen's cold eyes sank. Those who bullied her had already paid the price of blood.

Maureen washed in the bathroom for more than an hour. She scrubbed her body violently with bath flowers, especially where there were bruises. She almost broke her skin.

Over and over again, she rubbed her body with bloody red marks, and she still felt dirty. Looking at myself in the mirror, tears fell inexplicably.

"Dong Dong" knock on the door, Mu Chen cold low voice spreads, "how so long?"

Mo Ling wiped away her tears in a hurry and said in a hoarse voice, "come out at once."

She wrapped herself up in a bathrobe. When she came out of the bathroom, she found mu Chenhan standing in front of the window with his back to her. He didn't look back when he heard the footsteps. He said faintly, "go to the cloakroom to change clothes."

"Well."

In the cloakroom, there are some women's dresses, lingerie and some beautiful flat shoes. Even the label has not been removed. She has reason to believe that this is specially prepared for her.

She looked at the price tag. It was too expensive. Although she didn't want others to spend money, she couldn't go out in her pajamas, so she chose the clothes that looked the most low-key.

Wearing Beige trousers, chiffon shirt and a silk scarf, she covered up the pinching marks left by the kidnappers on her neck. After looking at them again and again, she came out of the cloakroom.

Mu Chen cold deep vision stayed on her body for a moment, the facial expression ground says, "go."

Following him, from the bedroom to the downstairs hall, Maureen can't help but marvel at the master's taste, the perfect combination of European and American style and Chinese style, a kind of low-key luxury.

On the side of the stairs stood a young girl dressed as a maid. When she saw them coming down from the stairs, she bowed respectfully with a smile on her face and said, "young master mu, young lady, our young master invited you to the dining room."

At the European style long dining table, Nangong Jue sits upright, moves casually and gracefully. His deep blue eyes and proud nose are all perfect masterpieces of God.

With a smile, he was as beautiful as a pear blossom.

"You wake up. How are you feeling?"

"Very good." Mo Ling put her hands on her abdomen and bowed politely, "Mr. Nangong, thank you very much. This is the third time you have saved me."

"It's just a small lift. Don't worry about it."

Mu Chen's cold and indifferent eyes fell on the Nangong Jue with a smile, and his cold and hard chin was lifted. "Mr. Nangong, you can use the place of Mu's family in the future, even if you open your mouth."