He didn't want to hear anything, he didn't want to know anything, he just wanted to be able to calm down, to be able to get away from the scorching heat of this fire.

He was tired.

Really, so tired.

In a trance, his chaotic thoughts drifted back to a long time ago.

Over the years, he has been a person, and the emperor has been a person from being unknown to now dominating the Quartet with one hand to cover the sky with one hand.

It is rumored that Mo Nanjue, the president of Emperor International Group, is cold-blooded, never attached to others, and has never taken a step back, he raised it with one hand, almost holding up the whole sky.

As we all know, behind him is the most powerful and powerful Mohs consortium in the entire Americas, but this is also the most strange place for everyone.

Because, Monan Jue never set foot in the Americas.

No one knows what his brother said to him when he was seventeen years old, holding a gun to his forehead.

Some things were pierced so hard at the beginning, and it was not so easy to pull them out.

Moreover, even if it is pulled out, the wound will not be able to heal.

Because scars will always be scars.

There were a few moments before, the moment the woman's delicate fingers touched the back of his hand, he seemed to feel something, he heard her speak, he also remembered that it was devilskiss in his hand, but the next moment, he fell from the clouds again.

Therefore, now Tong Ran looked at Mo Nanjue, looked at him who was shrouded in anger, looked at him who fell into the subconscious, and looked at him who was completely different from his usual domineering, but he still didn't feel a trace of cowardice and helplessness from him.

All she felt was endless loneliness and depression.

It seems to be suing everyone that he doesn't need anyone to get close.

This may have nothing to do with devilskiss, nothing else, this loneliness emanates from him.

Either he was hurt before, or he was born with it.

Tong Ran still thinks that the latter is more likely.

"Monanjue, have you really thought about it? Are you really willing to die like this?"

At the moment when the man raised his hand, Tong Ran resolutely shouted.

She was now a bed away from him, and it was impossible to rush over to stop him.

So, she was prepared for the worst.

"Are you sure you're really going to go down?"

"Mo Nanjue, aren't you not afraid of heaven and earth, and you can't be defeated?"

"We haven't found the person to inject you, and if you give up on yourself like that, when will we get revenge? Don't you want revenge?"

"If you stick this needle, it will really be doomed!"

The woman's sweet voice continued, echoing in her ears for a long time.

Mo Nanjue didn't know whether it was conscious or unconscious, and suddenly hooked his lips self-deprecatingly.

Tong Ran said so much, but he only heard the words "Ten Thousand Tribulations".

Forever?

Scold.

That year, from the moment he stepped out of New York, he had already stepped into the darkness!

It's been more than a catastrophe for a long time, so where did it come from?!

"Monan Jue, don't let me down!"

As soon as she said the word, the man's pupils contracted violently in vain!

Clenched fists with both hands.

That's right, that's it!

You don't, let me down.

Back then, my brother pointed a gun at his forehead and said to him word by word.