A dangerous and exciting chase game is being staged from the Mujiawan Highway, several pitch-black cars are driving like the wind, constantly causing a series of collisions of vehicles, and even some vehicles directly cause rolling explosions, thick smoke billowed on the road, fires are everywhere, and there is a lot of screaming.

"Brother Chenxi, is there any other way..." Mu Xiaoai held the national uniform tightly in her hand, looking at the fiery scene behind her, and shouted a little unbearably.

Zuo Chenxi looked at the several pitch-black vehicles chasing behind him, did not speak, and looked into the distance, his face changed, obviously the other party was preparing to intercept.

He flexibly played the steering wheel, and the car immediately used the exit next to it, this is a not very developed township place, with a bit of rural atmosphere, the dark night sky, he can't care about anything else, there is only one thought, that is, he must get rid of the car behind.

The vehicle traveled a distance, but the following vehicles unexpectedly did not catch up, and the two relaxed their tense nerves, parked the car on the side of the road, and the two slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Chenxi, why didn't they catch up?" Mu Xiaoai turned her head and asked suspiciously.

Zuo Chenxi frowned, and said lightly, "It may be that this kid Nangong Ling is here!" As soon as he finished speaking, the mobile phone rang suddenly.

Zuo Chenxi glanced at the caller ID on it, then pressed the answer button, and before he could speak, a babbling voice had already sounded on the other side.

"Are you dead, and the body is under that car?" Nangong Ling looked at the few cars in front of him that had been successfully destroyed, stood on the side of the road, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and asked leisurely.

"I'm not dead yet, I'm out of the sixth exit!" Zuo Chenxi said lightly.

"Then I'll pick you up now, by the way, how can you provoke the people of the Snow Palace?" Nangong Ling asked puzzled.

He frowned, S-K had an unshakable position in the St. Kailin Empire, even if the president who was over half a hundred years old saw Sikong Jue, he had to be half a cut shorter, how could he suddenly kill Zuo Chenxi.

"It's a long story..."

Mu Xiaoai hugged the national uniform, the speed of the car was too fast just now, she was a little dizzy, she opened the car door, stood on the side of the road, looking at the dark night sky outside, she sighed slowly, she almost confessed here today.

Zuo Chenxi glanced at her, and then continued to chat with Nangong Ling.

"Hey, what is this?" Mu Xiaoai looked strangely at a small dot of red light shining on her, there were still people playing with infrared at night, and she was stunned as soon as she finished thinking about it.

The infrared Mu Xiaoai didn't understand much, and Zuo Chenxi, who was sitting in the car and talking to Nangong Ling on the phone, didn't ignore it, his face changed, and he didn't have time to hang up the phone, so he jumped out of the window directly.

"Little Love..."

"Bang bang..."

Two voices sounded at the same time, he used his body to block in front of Mu Xiaoai, and at the same time protected Mu Xiaoai under him, and a flash of fire hit the car next to the two.

"Bang..." After a boom, the white Cayenne was buried in a sea of flames, lighting up half of the sky.

"Brother Chenxi, Brother Chenxi..." Mu Xiaoai's lips trembled, she looked at Zuo Chenxi, who was already dying, and could only cry softly.

After a long time, she slowly pushed Zuo Chenxi away from her body, looking at Zuo Chenxi, who had lost consciousness, his whole body was bleeding everywhere, she couldn't find the wound there, she cried and shouted, "Brother Chenxi, Brother Chenxi, are you waking up?"

In the darkness of the night, there was only the sound of her crying, and the white Cayenne that was burning beside her, and the vehicle was now unrecognizable, and the raging fire was suffocating, scorching the exposed skin.

"Ahem, ahem, little love..." Zuo Chenxi opened his eyes, looked at the person holding him crying, smiled, and said softly, "I'm fine..." After speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, as if he didn't have much strength anymore, a little struggling, and his palm tightly held the mobile phone that was still talking.

"Hey, hey, hey, Zuo Chenxi, Zuo Chenxi..."

Nangong Ling's anxious voice came from inside.

Mu Xiaoai was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly picked up the phone, put it to her mouth, and hurriedly said, "Nangong Ling, I'm Mu Xiaoai, he... He's injured..."

Little love?

He's hurt?

I'm Mu Xiaoai?

Nangong Ling said that he had never heard such shocking news, and he even thought that he was dreaming, he looked around, and then looked at the mobile phone that was talking, and the sound of a woman crying came from inside, and he reacted after a few seconds.

"I'm Mu Xiaoai... No, Xiaoai doesn't care what the other party wants, first find a way to delay the time, I'll be there right away" He immediately hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

In fact, he can be on the phone and keep abreast of the movements over there, but at this moment, he must make a phone call, and at the moment of the order, all the black-clothed people who were looking for Zuo Chenxi's figure at the scene of the car accident immediately got into the car and drove towards the sixth exit.

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In front of Mu Qingluan's luxury villa, a group of pitch-black vehicles drove slowly, and a majestic figure stepped down from the car, he was wearing a pitch-black windbreaker, his eyes were cold, and his face was like a cold winter moon.

"Young Master-!" Desperation stepped forward immediately.

"Where's Ziheng?"

"Little Master... in the room!" Desperate to open with some pity.

"Hmm!"

He hummed and walked up the stairs.

He was none other than Sikong Jue.

In a bedroom on the north side of the second floor, he stood in the doorway, thought about it, and then reached out and pushed the door open.

There was a faint light in the bedroom, and the children's bed was covered with a dark cartoon futon, the futon was flat, and there was no trace of sleeping, and Sikong Jue looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

On the recliner in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, there is a little boy of four or five years old, he quietly looks at the transparent roof, today's night is very dark, there are no stars, but he still looks, the book says that people will become stars when they die.

Feeling the person at the door, Xiao Ziheng slowly came back to his senses, and got down from the recliner, his facial features were like jasper carving, there was a faint trace of aura between his eyebrows, his small lips were slightly closed, his face was expressionless, and he was wearing a small suit in a square format with a red bow tie on the neckline.

He slowly walked in front of Sikong Jue and slowly spoke, "Father..."

"Hmm" Sikong Jue agreed lightly, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, lit a cigar, held it in his mouth, took a puff and said, "Three days later, it will be President St. Cayline's birthday, I will take you there!" ”

Xiao Ziheng's little face was faintly displeased, and after a long time, he raised his stubborn little face and said, "I'm not going!" ”

Sikong Jue was stunned for a moment, slowly turned around, looked at the boy Heng in the distance and said, "You are the son of my Sikong Jue, I can't help you if you go or not!" ”

"Am I the only son of Sikong Jue?" The childish and stubborn tone of the boy Heng sounded in the bedroom, his eyes were a little timid, he immediately lowered his head after speaking, his little hands were holding each other in front, his little shoulders were shaking, but he was holding back his tears.

Sikong Jue looked at him, his eyes were a little colder, he just looked at the small figure on the ground quietly, and suddenly kicked the glass coffee table in front of him with a "bang", the coffee table hit the huge glass window in front of him, and a crack immediately appeared in the floor-to-ceiling window, and then, even the transparent glass roof above his head appeared a few cracks.

Xiao Ziheng looked up at the roof that had slowly broken down, his little face was aggrieved, and he silently lowered his head.

Sikong Jue looked at him and was about to get angry, when the ringtone of his mobile phone broke the imminent atmosphere between father and son.

"Hey!" Sikong Jue opened his mouth coldly.

I don't know what was said on the phone, his body shook slightly, and then slowly sat on the ground, the phone slipped from his hand, the broken glass on the ground cut his palm on the ground, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

The first time Xiao Ziheng saw his father like this, he was a little shocked and hurriedly ran over.

"I promise you to go!" Xiao Ziheng's voice trembled a little, and he looked at Sikong Jue on the ground with a pale face.

After a long time, Sikong Jue seemed to wake up like a dream, and quickly got up from the ground, and ran out of the bedroom without looking at Ziheng on the ground.

Belch?

Ziheng cautiously walked out of the bedroom and secretly found gauze and alcohol in the living room.

"Little master, what are you looking for!" Desperate walked in from the door and asked suspiciously.

"Uh..." Xiao Ziheng immediately turned around, hid the gauze and alcohol behind him, looked at the person in front of him and said with a smile, "That ruthless uncle, my bedroom was destroyed by my father again"

"Oh!" The desperation is no longer strange, and he calmly spoke.

This little ghost is born with Mu Xiaoai's stubbornness, has a black belly, is smart and clever, and deserves to be the 'crystallization' of love between the two!

"I'm tired to death..." Two women in black walked in at the door carrying a coffee table that was exactly the same as that of Sikong Jue just now.

"Little master, can you take a break, the coffee table in your bedroom has been changed three times this week, and even the supplier is out of stock!" One of the women spoke depressedly.

"You should go to your Sikong Monsius!" Xiao Ziheng pursed his lips, turned around and prepared to go to the study.

Although he turned around quickly, he still saw the gauze and alcohol in his hand, he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Little master, young master is out!" ”

The boy was stunned for a moment, then turned around, looked at the ruthlessness in the distance, and asked with some unspeakability, "Uncle ruthless, do you know what can make Dad so disregardful?" ”

After thinking about it, he spoke, "There used to be, but now..." His gaze was a little dim, there was a person who would let the young master ignore it, but that person was no longer there.