"Hehe, I'm really not mistaken, An is always an infatuated person! Speaking of which, you should still call me a father-in-law, why is it that the flood has washed the Dragon King Temple now, making such an unsightly scene!" The old man's voice carried a hint of accusation.

"This is the newcomer next to Mr. An, who is really pampered and proud. Tianxin is the sister of Xingtong, how dare she do this to her?" the young robot turned his head and pointed the finger at her.

"Bai Feng, if we didn't have this woman to open the way, we wouldn't be able to get out?" Ye Xingtong asked.

Bai Feng smiled solemnly: "Of course you can, don't underestimate us, besides, there are people outside them, don't we have them?"

Ye Xingtong hooked his lips coldly: "That's good!"

raised his hand and used a dagger to cut Mo Tianxin's throat.

Mo Tianxin fell to the ground and twitched and lost his breath.

"It's cheap for you!" she said coldly, quickly dodged in front of the simulated robot, and slashed her throat before the woman who looked exactly like Ye Xingtong's eyes could react.

Blood splattered from the wound, and the woman fell to the ground and convulsed a few times, dead and blinding.

"It's cheap for you, too!" said Ye Xingtong, like a hellish Shura, squinting at the corpse on the ground.

The robot raised her hand and tried to shoot her with a gun, but she kicked it off.

Ye Xingtong pierced the robot's eye with a knife, then opened his head and cut the thread inside.

The robot fell to the ground with a whimper, and in a moment, the work indicator went out.

Ye Xingtong took out a perspective lens from his arms and put it on.

Looking around, I found that there were two figures in the innermost part of the factory, one standing and the other sitting.

She chased after her, in a locker room, and found the two men.

One of the two people is the young prototype of the simulated robot just now, and the other is Ye Qingsong, who is struggling in a wheelchair.

"Hurry, go!"

When Ye Xingtong walked over, he heard Ye Qingsong say to the young man beside him while struggling.

The young man didn't move.

Ye Qingsong looked up at him.

The young man suddenly took out a syringe and stuck it on Ye Qingsong's neck.

The medicine in the syringe was slowly pushed into Ye Qingsong's body.

Ye Qingsong used his last strength to push him away.

The young man happened to be pushed to the door, and Ye Xingtong grabbed his neck from behind and stabbed him.

Ye Qingsong is not dead yet.

Seeing the young man who fell to the ground, and Ye Xingtong, who had a bloody face and was like a god-killer, he closed his eyes with a desperate face: "You kill me!"

Ye Xingtong smiled: "Before I die, I will tell you a secret, I am your daughter Ye Xingtong." Therefore, when the fake Ye Xingtong appeared just now, An Mochen was just acting. ”

Ye Qingsong stared at her for a moment and shook his head: "You are not, how can you be, you have been killed by Tianxin, you are deliberately pretending to be a ghost." ”

"Really?" Ye Xingtong slapped his face with a knife, and the sharp blade cut thin blood marks on his face: "That's right, she killed me, but my memory has been immortalized, even if I die again, ten thousand times, I can still be reborn with the help of any body." Unexpectedly, Uncle Su has already figured out how to download memories and regenerate them. ”

"You, you...... Dog man and woman!" Ye Qingsong glared and said the last sentence.

"It doesn't matter, you can scold it casually, anyway, you have always suspected that I am not your biological daughter, and you suspect that I am a wild seed born behind your mother's and Uncle Su's back. However, do you know that Mo Tianxin is not your child, she is just Mo Rou's adopted child.

You don't want what you gave birth to, but you who she adopted casually regarded as a treasure.

also helped their mother and daughter design and kill their wives and children.

You are the most vicious and incompetent father in the world......"

"Didi......" Ye Qingsong's arms suddenly flew out of a moth-like thing.

fluttered to Ye Qingsong's chest, did not continue to fly upward, and was suspended in front of Ye Qingsong and Ye Xingtong.

Moths look weird.

Ye Xingtong looked carefully and found that the moth was actually a mechanical moth.

There was a red dot flashing in the middle of the moth's head.

That's a miniature camera.

Through the camera, someone is constantly monitoring what is happening here.

Ye Xingtong reached out to take the moth.

Before his fingertips could touch the moth's wings, the moth suddenly trembled violently.

Ye Xing's pupils shrank, and he quickly got up and retreated.

In the next second, the mechanical moth suddenly exploded.

Ye Xingtong's eyes were affected by the power of the explosion and were shocked a few meters away.

"Ahem......" The dust from the explosion inhaled into her lungs, and she couldn't help but cough.

In the last wisp of consciousness of "Star Pupil, Sister-in-law......", she faintly heard the noisy call getting closer and closer......

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"Look, sister-in-law's hand is on!" A noisy voice woke up the sleeping Ye Xingtong.

She opened her eyes and looked around blankly, finally fixing on the faces of the group of people in front of the hospital bed who were staring at her.

"You ...... Who are they?" Ye Xingtong frowned and looked at those people.

"Sister-in-law, take a closer look at the handsome face in front of you, do you dare to say that you don't know the owner of this face?"

Ye Xingtong looked at his face carefully, and then shook his head: "You are indeed handsome, but I really don't know you!"

The man took a step back in disappointment.

At that moment, it was as if someone had walked in.

The group behind the red-haired man automatically moved out of the way.

In a moment, a man made his way through the crowd and walked to her hospital bed. The red-haired man automatically stepped aside.

Ye Xingtong raised his head, looked at the man, and called in a low voice: "An Mochen?"

The man with dyed red hair exclaimed: "Ah, this is the power of love! What a touching love!"

Everyone gave him a look of contempt.

Ye Xingtong wanted to sit up, but as soon as he moved, he immediately felt that there was no pain in his body.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked.

"You're too nonsense, you forcibly write special instructions, your body is overdrawn, and there are multiple muscle strains, plus you were shocked by a miniature bomb and injured your internal organs. An Mochen said, bent down to help her up, and then put two soft pillows under her.

"I don't understand what you're saying?" Ye Xingtong struggled to understand his words, but in the end he was still clueless and incomprehensible.

An Mochen froze for a moment, sat down on the chair next to the bed, and poured her a glass of water.

"Let's not talk about that, are you thirsty?" he asked softly, handing her the water.

Ye Xingtong's eyes turned red, tears fell, and when he raised his hand to touch the water cup, he knocked the cup off.

"Why pretend, I'm not rare!"

The glass fell to the ground and shattered.

The crowd exclaimed in low voices.

"Why are you angry again?" An Mochen didn't look at the broken water glass, picked up her hand that was wet with water, and gently wiped it with a towel.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't like me, didn't you like Mo Tianxin, why didn't you go to her?" Ye Xingtong snorted coldly on the side of his head.

"This ...... Where did you start with this?" An Mochen asked confusedly.

"What, don't you dare to admit it?" Ye Xingtong rummaged on the bed: "She also sent me a photo of your kiss yesterday to show off, I'll show it to you now!"

I searched for a while, but I couldn't find my phone.

But An Mochen saw how hard she was looking for it, and helped her get her mobile phone.

Ye Xingtong took the phone and turned it on.

Rummage through the information interface.

The name that marked Mo Tianxin was gone.

She rummaged eagerly, and after a while, a layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

An Mochen picked up the towel and slowly wiped her sweat, the wind was light, and occasionally glanced at her mobile phone.

After a while, Ye Xingtong flipped through WeChat several times, but never found Mo Tianxin's name, and put down his phone a little dejected.

"Did you find it?" An Mochen asked.

Ye Xingtong glared at him: "I will definitely be able to find it!"

As he spoke, he pressed the phone again.

But until the phone was dimmed again, she didn't move again.

"On July 1st, I crossed over?" Ye Xingtong muttered to himself.