Mo Wen nodded, stood up, and exited Yang Lan's room.

After Mo Wen left the room, Yang Lan hurriedly took off his bloody pants, put them flat on the ground with a smirk, and muttered to himself: "I won't lose it, I'm going to wash you clean and then collect it, this is the first time he looked at my body...... Hum...... See if he dares to deny it in the future......!

If Mo Wen heard this, he would probably be frightened.

This is the rhythm of preparing for Lai Dingmo.

After Mo Wen walked out, Yang Biao stopped him and asked this and that, until Mo Wen told Yang Biao that Yang Lan was basically fine, and he was relieved.

The two of them sat in the living room, chatting about Mo Wen after leaving here.

It was about Mo Wen's life, Yang Biao didn't dare to be sloppy, and listened carefully to Mo Wen's experience of living in Qifeng Mountain for more than a month.

Such an experience, such a story, even Yang Biao has never experienced it, it can be described as wonderful.

"Uncle Yang, I don't understand, this place is so close to Qifeng Mountain, why do you let Lan'er live here? Aren't you afraid that fierce beasts will appear here at any time?"

"Haha!" Yang Biao laughed, patted Mo Wen's shoulder and smiled: "This is based on science, the reason why there are so many fierce beasts and poisonous insects in Qifeng Mountain is because there is no sunlight all year round, and the humid environment in the dense forest is suitable for the survival of these animals, if they leave there, they will not survive at all, besides, these fierce beasts will only choose to take risks when there is no food, and under normal circumstances, they will not leave the dense forest of Qifeng Mountain......

Speaking of this, Yang Biao suddenly changed the topic and asked, "By the way, I have already found out who is chasing you!"

Mo Wen's heart trembled, and he hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"

Yang Biao's face changed slightly, lowered his voice, and said: "They are an evil organization, an evil organization that kills people and seduces young girls, the specific situation is still unclear, it first appeared in Jinghua, twenty years ago, a few months before your parents disappeared, I don't know why, they suddenly got very close to a foreign killer organization, and then appeared in Fuzhou......

The situation that Yang Biao said is basically the same as what Mo Wen has learned, and from this situation, one of the two forces that Lisa said, one of them, may be these people.

Mo Wen was silent, and Yang Biao continued to ask: "When you encountered a chase in the hospital, how many people were there?"

"Four, the first time was five ......"

Yang Biao nodded and said, "How are these people's martial arts?"

"It's a lot better than me, and if I go it alone, I'm not necessarily their opponent, and ...... Four or five people are besieging together, and I have no chance of winning!"

"What about my men?"

"I'm afraid your men will only die!"

"So powerful?" Yang Biao was a little surprised.

"You also said that these people are an evil organization, they don't know what martial arts they have practiced, they are killing moves, and they are very vicious, and they don't leave you a little room to live!" Mo Wen said.

When Yang Biao heard this, he also had a headache.

If these words are so powerful, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to help Mo Wen next.

Mo Wen saw something in Yang Biao's expression, and immediately said: "Uncle Yang, you don't have to be embarrassed, my business, I will take care of it myself, I can't know that I am invincible, and let your people go to death, this time in order to find me, I hurt so many of your subordinates to die in the mountains in vain, I am already very unhappy!"

Yang Biao shook his head and said, "Don't say that, we are a family and don't talk to each other, I'm just thinking about what can be done to deal with these people...... Is it possible to think about the problem from another aspect, such as...... Invite some masters of the hermit sect to ...... at a high price."

Mo Wen has no objection to this, as the saying goes, money can make ghosts grind, as long as there is money, many things can be done.

Perhaps under Yang Biao's reminder, an idea popped up in Mo Wen's mind, that is, it is not a good way to use his identity to recruit and tame the people of the blood clan and cure the black with black.

Lisa once said that she would use her network with Yanni to gather more of her subordinates at her disposal and form her own forces.

Mo Wen didn't pay attention to this before, but after suffering from it, he immediately had this idea.

Three days later, Mo Wen once again did the final cleaning and treatment for Yang Lan.

It's just that this time it's not as embarrassing as the first time, Yang Lan doesn't seem to have rejection, except for a little shyness, there is more of a delicate woman's taste.

A month later, Yang Lan's body recovered as before, Mo Wen should also go back, after leaving for more than three months, those people in the family will definitely worry about him.

Concerned about Chen Yi and the others, Mo Wen did not hesitate, said goodbye to Yang Lan, and returned the same way.

It's just that when he came on foot, when he went back, he took a car.

After more than an hour's drive, Mo Wen returned to Fuzhou.

Mo Wen knew that when he came back today, he might face a more powerful enemy.

In the more than three months that he left, the mobile phone had long been out of battery, and he had been charged in Yang Lan's residence, because he was in a hurry to come back, he actually forgot to turn on the mobile phone, at this time he turned on the mobile phone and wanted to call Chen Yi to tell her the good news that she had returned.

However, as soon as he turned on his mobile phone, Mo Wen was taken aback, more than 10,000 text messages, this number had already filled up the memory of his mobile phone, but fortunately, the storage capacity of the mobile phone was enough, and every message could be opened and viewed.

"Mosquito, where are you? I'll send someone to pick you ......up."

"Mosquito, where the hell are you, how are your injuries, does it matter, I'm so worried about you......"

"Mosquito, your phone is down, I paid for you, if you don't show up for a day, don't call me for a day, I'll keep sticking to it like this. ”

"Mosquito, have you received my message? I have searched every corner of Fuzhou, but there is no news from you, where are you? Don't torture me like this anymore, okay? I really want to hear your voice, I really want to see your ......"

"Mosquito, don't forget, you promised me, you said you would take care of my ...... for the rest of my life"

"Mosquito, don't hide from me, okay? I'm really worried about you, tell me where are you, let me go see you?"

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Mo Wen held the mobile phone in his hand, read it one after another, and his heart was very touched, after reading so many text messages, unconsciously, tears flowed, all along, Mo Wen thought that Chen Yi would not fall in love with him so soon, but judging from these text messages, Chen Yi's heart has regarded himself as the most important man in his heart.

At the beginning, Mo Wen was afraid that his identity would harm Chen Yi, if he died one day, wouldn't this delay Chen Yi's happiness in his life?

Besides, he hasn't found his parents yet, if Chen Yi is hurt by him because of him, then Mo Wen will feel guilty for the rest of his life.

He once said to Chen Yi that love is not to have, but to give, as long as Chen Yi is happy, don't ask to let go appropriately, it is also a kind of expression of love.

With tears in his eyes, looking at the sun in the sky, Mo Wen muttered to himself: "Xiaoyi, I will do it, don't worry, I will take care of you for the rest of your life, and I will never let down your love for me...... I'll give you happiness!trust me......"

After speaking, Mo Wen stopped a taxi and drove quickly towards Chen Yi's villa.

At this moment, Mo Wen just wanted to see this woman who had been worried about him for more than three months, and he had never been so anxious, and the speed of the taxi, Mo Wen always felt that it was too slow.