The pitch-black demon yuan, on its own in Mo Li's body, after running for a big week, returned to the dantian and fell silent, Mo Li slowly stood up, silently wiped away his tears, his face was as dead as ice, his eyes were cold-blooded and ruthless, and he gently pushed open the door and walked towards the old lady's room;

"The old slave greets Childe, Childe, why did you come out, isn't it the master..."

The old housekeeper who came in a hurry, saw Mo Li alone, walked towards him, but did not see Qiu Ju's figure, thinking of the strange sound of Fang Cai, while secretly guessing in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a panic, bowed his head at Mo Li, his voice trembled, and asked nervously;

"Father, I'm already riding the crane immortal!"

Mo Li's heart ached when he heard this, his face became even more gloomy and pale, his cold voice, his low response, and then he opened his mouth to command;

"Take my son and go see my mother!"

The old housekeeper trembled when he heard this, and felt an inexplicable piercing cold, domineering invasion of his body and soul, so frightened that he hurriedly bowed down and agreed, quickly turned his head to lead the way, and took this opportunity to secretly wipe a cold sweat, but he didn't know that his actions were all seen by Mo Li;

"Slave maid to meet Childe!"

Along the way, a group of maids and servants all bowed down to salute and greeted Mo Li, but Mo Li turned a blind eye to this, turned a deaf ear, and refused to be thousands of miles away.

"Autumn... Ahem... Tears... Ahem... Tears... Ahem..."

On the sickbed, the terminally ill old lady, who did not listen to the persuasion of the maid, was still weak and muttered, coughing weakly, while chanting Qiu Ju's name with difficulty, her voice was hoarse and weak, and the old sallow face, the cloudy teardrops, slipped down along the previous tear stains;

When Mo Li heard this, his heartache suddenly intensified, and he quickly knelt in front of the sickbed, looking at the old lady's sick face, and regretted it again in his heart, and scolded secretly, if he hadn't lost his mind and scolded the medical officer, maybe the old lady's illness at this moment could be temporarily alleviated, but unfortunately, it was too late to regret;

"Mother, the unfilial son is not leaving, I have come to see you!"

Mo Li held the old lady's wrist with a sad face, and cried in a low voice, because from the moment he entered the door, he saw that on the old lady's sickbed, a layer of gray-black hazy mist, filled with the smell of death, was emanating from the old lady's body in a steady stream;

"Ahem... Tears... Ahem... Mo Li... Ahem... Master... Ahem... He... Ahem..."

The old lady turned her head with difficulty, her dark eyes did not have a trace of brilliance, her empty eyes looked at Mo Li's position, as if her eyes were no longer visible, her voice was indistinct, she was muttering weakly, coughing in pain, and even struggling to speak;

"Mother, the child is here, the child is unfilial, he is late, father, he... He's already riding the crane immortal!

At this moment, Mo Li, snot and tears flowed all over his face, crying like a lost child, crying silently to the old lady, crying about the grievances in his heart, feeling the cold palm of the old lady, the hot tears fell gloomily, along the old lady's dry and thin palm, and fell on the bed;

"Uhh uh..."

When the old lady heard this, her face turned red as if she had returned to the light, her voice was miserable and painful, and she cried out loudly from heartbreak, which frightened everyone's hearts involuntarily.

The sudden change caught everyone off guard, and the old lady's miserable cry still echoed in her ears, but the person had quietly closed his eyes, his neck was weakly tilted to the side, and even his breath was suddenly gone, leaving only gray-black dead air, floating in the air;

"Mother, woo..."

Seeing this, Mo Li fell on the old lady's body in grief, and cried out in a sad voice, the blow of the death of his parents in an instant shattered the strong indifference he barely disguised, and the chaotic thoughts were gradually drowned out by despair, the only remaining reason disappeared, and the suppressed feeling made him crazy;

"Please mourn on Childe's Day!"

Seeing this, the old housekeeper hurriedly knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowed to the old lady three times, and softly opened his mouth to persuade Mo Li;

"Please mourn on Childe's Day!"

Seeing this, all the maids and servants also knelt on the ground, and after bowing three times each, they repeated the words of the old butler in unison;

"Childe! The matter has come to this, please mourn! Please forgive the old slave for being brave, I don't know if I need the old slave, call Mrs. Qiu over!"

When the old housekeeper saw Mo Li, he just cried bitterly, and the others didn't dare to speak, so he had to be bold and ask Mo Li tentatively, he thought that maybe Qiu Ju was here, Mo Li could feel better, and at the same time secretly wondered why Qiu Ju didn't show up;

"Qiu Ju!"

Mo Li muttered in a low voice, slowly raised his head, and turned around suddenly, a domineering demonic might, like an angry sea, swept in all directions in an instant, and a group of maids and servants suddenly felt cold and shivering, as if they were in a cold storm;

"Mo Tong! it's all you, it's all you who hurt my son, it's all you, you wait, you wait for my son!"

The pitch-black demonic qi once again occupied Mo Li's eyes, the demon yuan in the dantian was circling and churning, instantly filling the whole body, at the center of his forehead and eyebrows, the demonic black demon patterns loomed, Mo Li's face was hideous and distorted, his body was full of murderous energy, and his body was tossing and turning, as fast as the wind and lightning;

"Mo Tong, come here!"

Mo Li's figure disappeared in a flash, and when he appeared in the eyes of everyone again, he had already pinched the old housekeeper's neck with one hand, and lifted him up brutally, gritting his teeth in his mouth, letting the old housekeeper suffocate his breath, and the old man's red limbs kicked around, and he was regarded as Mo Tong;

"Male... Childe!"

The old butler struggled to squeeze out a few words, and struggled desperately in the air;

"Childe is angry!"

A group of maids and servants, seeing that human lives were at stake, stepped forward one by one with the courage to stop them, and plucked up the courage to plead for mercy;

"Kill! Kill you!"

Mo Li's eyes were round, his arms were bruised, and he had already used all his strength;

"Click!"

The old butler didn't have time to say a word, his neck was weakly crooked to the side, and he was dying, this slight bone cracking sound, listening to everyone's ears, was no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day, like a muffled thunderbolt, frightened everyone trembling, shouting and fleeing in all directions. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info (To be continued.) )