Sikong Jue looked at her, frowned, his thin lips opened slightly, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

She cried and turned her head to look at Sikong Jue, "You leave here in five days, if you hand over S-K in order to save me, I will go underground and personally ask my uncle and aunt for guilt..." After Mu Xiaoai finished speaking, she picked up the mask on the table and ran towards the door crying.

Leaning against the wall outside the door, tears slowly rolling down his face.

She wiped her tears with her hands, and suddenly looked at the blood on her hands in shock, Mu Xiaoai panicked, a blood-red tear slipped down from the corner of her eyes, against the back of her white hand, Mu Xiaoai was stunned, and then looked at the red gem on her neck, the blood of the gem became more and more red, as if blood-colored eyes looked at her.

"Miss Shandy..." The maid's crisp voice came from the door.

Mu Xiaoai was stunned for a moment, hurriedly put on a mask, put the snatch into her handbag, and then slowly walked downstairs.

Shandi, who walked into the castle, looked up and suddenly saw Mu Xiaoai in front of her, and she frowned.

Mu Xiaoai walked up to her, nodded slightly, and then crossed her and walked towards the door.

"Stop..." Shanty spoke slowly.

Mu Xiaoai was stunned for a moment, and she stood quietly in place.

Shandy turned around and walked over, looked around her, and then said, "Ten million, leave Leng Mohan..." ”

Mu Xiaoai was stunned for a moment, and she didn't understand who Leng Mohan was in her mouth for a while!

She looked at Shandi, thought about it, and reacted instantly, the Leng Mohan in her mouth was the so-called young master, and she walked towards the front again.

"Twenty million!" Shandy looked at her back and spoke again.

This time, Mu Xiaoai's footsteps did not pause, and her cold back was full of pride in her bones.

"Slut..." Shandy stood in the living room and cursed angrily, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Standing on the side of the road, she stood alone, and after a long time, a dark Rolls-Royce stopped beside her.

Mu Xiaoai opened the car door and got in.

The masked man leaned on the back seat and raised his eyes and looked at her, "He agreed?" ”

Mu Xiaoai shook her head slowly.

The man's eyes changed when he suddenly saw the red necklace she had hidden under her clothes.

"You've cried!"

He looked at her angrily and spoke.

Mu Xiaoai nodded slowly, and then turned her head to look at him, "Why does it make my tears turn into bloody tears!" ”

The man looked at her deeply, and then said, "This necklace is called Blood Tears, it is poisonous and spiritual, and the person who wears it will combine with its own aura, and slowly poison, every time you cry once, the blood and tears will also cry with you, and slowly turn red, and when the blood and tears are broken, that is, at the end of your life, I think the ghost always wants Sikong Jue to exchange S-K for an antidote"

Mu Xiaoai pale and sat in the carriage.

When he returned to Leng Mohan in the castle, he hurriedly ordered someone to bring an electric cutter, pliers, and chainsaw...

"Young master, I can't open it... The interface of the necklace is made of a special material, which is difficult to melt even in temperatures of several hundred degrees,"

Several men stood behind Leng Mohan and said slowly.

"A bunch of rice buckets, get out..."

The men immediately retreated.

Mu Xiaoai tore off the covered clothes on her body, and then looked up at him and slowly said, "The ghost boss dares to wear it for me, he must have concluded in his heart that we can't untie it"

Leng Mohan looked at her, and then shook his head helplessly.

"Are you going to sue him?"

Mu Xiaoai shook her head.

The next morning

Mu Xiaoai pushed open the door of the restaurant, Leng Mohan hugged the French girl who took care of her, the two continued to linger at the table, the French woman saw Mu Xiaoai's face turned red, Mu Xiaoai was not surprised, she turned around and walked inside.

Stunned for a moment, Sikong Jue sat at the other end of the rectangular dining table, his hands around his chest, and stared coldly at Leng Mohan on this side of the table.

Nangong Ling and Zuo Chenxi sat helplessly on the left hand side of Sikong Jue, with their hands on their heads, and their helpless gazes approached the French woman and Leng Mohan.

"You can't converge!" Sikong Jue opened his mouth angrily.

"This is my home, if you don't want to, Brother Sikong can not come, I didn't force you!" Leng Mohan pursed his lips and said with a smile.

"My woman lives here!" Sikong Jue spoke slowly.

The man glanced at Mu Xiaoai and threw her a wink, then turned his head to look at Sikong Jue, "You have the ability to take her back, I will never stop you!" ”

"You..."

"Xiao Zi, let them have breakfast!"

"Yes, Miss Mu..."

A few servants replied.

Sikong Jue glared at him fiercely, he didn't speak, Leng Mohan sat on the chair, he had been fighting for more than ten years, and finally won once, he was in a good mood, and he kept pestering Mu Xiaoai to ask long and short questions, either if he slept well last night, or if he kicked the quilt or something.

Mu Xiaoai looked at the two helplessly, one with a gloomy face and the other gloating.

After breakfast, someone spread the word that the ghost old man wanted Mu Xiaoai to go to his castle.

The eyes of several people changed at the same time, and they all looked at her, Mu Xiaoai stroked her forehead weakly, and wore the mask sent by Sikong Jue, the mask was still silver-white, but it was very soft, and the style was 108,000 miles different from Leng Mohan's, obviously two different styles.

It doesn't seem to feel it at all on the face, and there is no unpleasant plastic smell, but a faint fragrance.

Walking into the old castle, Leng Mohan wanted to accompany her, but was stopped at the door.

Sikong Jue is not too worried, as long as he does not hand over the S-K for a day, the ghost old man will not move Xiao Ai.

Following a black-clothed bodyguard, walking through the back garden behind the ancient castle, where there is a small grassy field, on which is placed a table of eight immortals, on which is placed pen, ink, paper and inkstone, a person in a white Tang costume, bent over his waist, the dragon and the phoenix are dancing with the brush in his hand, the smell of ink is scattered in the air, Mu Xiaoai frowned.

The middle-aged man was still standing beside him, and there were many black-clothed people standing in the distance.

When the middle-aged man saw Mu Xiaoai coming from afar, he stepped forward slightly and bowed his head.

"Ghost Lao, Miss Mu is here..."

At this moment, Mu Xiaoai looked at him, but she was not afraid of him very much, maybe in her opinion, he was just an old man who had forgotten what he wanted, she looked up at him with a smile, and called softly

"Ghost Old!"

The ghost old man finished writing the last stroke, and then turned to look at Mu Xiaoai and opened his mouth kindly.

"It's breakfast!"

"I've eaten it..." Mu Xiaoai's eyebrows are full of aura, a pair of eyes are crystal clear, a little clever, without any fear, but calm as water.

This question and answer is not just a simple conversation, the key is who you are eating with for breakfast.

Mu Xiaoai naturally understood the meaning of his words.

The ghost old man looked at her, today's Mu Xiaoai made him a little confused, compared to yesterday, she was wary of this woman in everything, and she had a few more chances of winning today.

"Miss Mu, look at what I wrote today!"

Mu Xiaoai smiled and nodded, and walked to the desk, on the white paper, there were eleven big black characters:

The ghost king is like a leopard, and he is old-fashioned and dominates the world

The font is hard, vigorous and strong, three points into the wood, full of rigidity, Mu Xiaoai was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile, "The ghost old man's heart is not calm today, although the font is hard, but it lacks a bit of strength!" ”

Strength here refers to both strength and power!

"Haha..." The ghost elder looked up and smiled.

Mu Xiaoai looked at him, and then picked up the brush next to him, first dipped it on Yantai, and then lifted the pen behind the eleven words of the ghost old man, and dropped the same number of words.

Love wins the sky, the wind is triumphant, and the frustration is frustrated

The notes are as tender as water, the words are soft, fluttering, and full of spring buds, but they are domineering and leaky, making the middle-aged man next to him change his face.

"Old..." The ghost elder exclaimed, and then said, "After leaving China for many years, I seem to have forgotten that China's culture is broad and profound" He waved his hand at the middle-aged man, and the man immediately nodded.

He walked over to his desk, picked up the paper, and walked out the door.

When Mu Xiaoai was in school, she joined the propaganda team because of Qin Mufeng's relationship, and she had to write a lot of propaganda slogans, but for modern people, she disdains to learn calligraphy, but Mu Xiaoai has a trace of interest.

She found a calligraphy master in the school to learn art, the calligraphy master saw that a female student suddenly came, happy or lost, but also with the attitude of giving it a try, did not expect a few weeks down, he saw that Mu Xiaoai is very loving, so he accepted her as an apprentice, and then the school is a slogan or something, she is all hand-to-hand, but she has never participated in any competition.

Later, the teacher passed away, and she also finished her studies, so she didn't use calligraphy much.

The ghost old man walked towards the inside of the garden, and Mu Xiaoai followed closely behind him...

Leng Mohan's villa

The four men sat on the couch in the hall, frowning and silent... Ruthlessness and lone wolf on the side...

"Young Lord..."

A man walked in, glanced around at the crowd, and then spoke lightly.

"Just now, the ghost boss asked someone to bring this..." As he spoke, the man handed over the scroll in his hand.

The four of them were stunned at the same time, Leng Mohan turned his head and glanced at Sikong Jue, and then slowly asked, "For whom?" ”

The man thought for a while and then spoke, "The other party just said that he was ordered by the ghost old man to send calligraphy, but he didn't say it to anyone!" ”

Sikong Jue waved his hand at Ruthlessness and Lone Wolf...

The two nodded, and then took the scroll from the man's hand and hit it... Two different styles of handwriting...

The ghost king is like a leopard, and he is old-fashioned and dominates the world

Love wins the sky, the wind is triumphant, and the frustration is frustrated