"Lu'er, as the daughter of the last family, you ran away to Yanxia Country without caring about your identity."

The unconscious man on the bed frowned slightly.

"Now that you're taking the people of the Scarlet family back to Gumo Island, how can you-how can you be so willful?"

In a daze, Scarlet Luo heard a middle-aged man next to him talking, and he frowned and didn't open his eyes.

The man's voice was strong, and when he spoke, he was not angry and arrogant, and there seemed to be some hatred in his words.

"Now go to the ancestral hall of the last family to receive the punishment!"

"Yes." Then came the sound of the door shut, and after that sound passed, there was only the sound of small scraping in the silent room.

Scarlet Luo's eyes rolled, and now he was probably the only one left in this room, with the middle-aged man left.

"I know you're awake." The man sat on the couch opposite, legs folded, and two gadgets in his hands.

Knowing that he pretended to be unconscious and was recognized, Fei Luo no longer concealed it, and looked closely, it turned out that the friction sound just now was the two walnuts in his hand, which seemed to be old, and now they were ruddy, full and shiny.

Grandpa once said that the walnut plate is a product and a heart.

There are two kinds of people who like walnuts the most, the first is that they are stable and patient, and they are also scheming. The second type of personality is irritable and irritable, and he uses walnuts to hone his temperament to calm himself down.

"Say it, your request." He was full of domineering when he spoke, and he didn't look up at Scarlet Luo from beginning to end. The speed of his men increased, and the contempt was unspeakable.

"She's your daughter?"

So at a young age, he lived in a big mansion on the top of a hill and had dozens of domestic servants?

So she can take herself to the tunnel to the ancient island?

The man's action of fiddling with the walnuts stopped, and seeing that Scarlet Luo's question was not answered, he glanced at him and sneered, "The little master of the Scarlet family can directly put forward your request, don't mention some irrelevant things." ”

"She's your daughter, and that's irrelevant?"

didn't want to go around in circles with him, so the man said directly, "You came because of your brother." His expression was indifferent and contemptuous. Then he continued to play with the walnut in his hand, but this time the speed slowed down.

Scarlet Luo looked at him carefully, he was wearing meticulously ironed black clothes and pants, although there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes, he was not at all handsome, his handsome face was ruthless and cold, and he was arrogant like a hegemon.

That's right, he's a hegemon! The owner of Gumo Island!

The last head of the house!

Momo!

He had seen his information in the database, recording his deeds in the kingdom of Weili, and he had carefully read every item of it, but he had never seen a single picture of him.

Sure enough, as expected, the majesty of the long-standing position was unobstructed.

"Since you saved my daughter, I will give you back the scarlet. You just have to promise me to forget all about Gumo Island, you know what I mean. Mo Mo smiled lowly, his tone was cold and low, and the walnuts in his hands were suddenly pinched into powder.

He raised his hand casually, and the powder flew wildly.

A gust of wind happened to blow in the window, and the powder in his hand blew away, bewildering Scarlet Luo's eyes.

Scarlet Luo thought, is Mo Mo the second type of person that his grandfather said?

"I'll keep you until you're healed, and stay away from my daughter in between." The tall and straight body stood to block the faint moonlight outside the window, casting a more resolute shadow, hitting straight in front of Scarlet Luo, blocking his view.

Mo Mo had left, and Scarlet Luo lay quietly on the bed alone, his left arm unconsciously hanging on the side of the bed, leaning his head back against the head of the bed.

The moonlight is like splashing ink, there is the sound of cicadas chirping outside the window, the air seems to be still, only the sound lingers in his ears, but the sound is not the sound of cicadas, but the turbulent waves in his heart - the end of the ancient island, the lock primer, the glass beads, maybe everything has long been doomed.