It's just that Mo Han is in Dali Temple, and the first person to see him is not Chu Nian or Liu Heng.

It's Mojun.

Mo Han seemed to be very calm, just like at any time, even if he fell into such a situation, he didn't even frown.

"You've lost." In the empty cell, Mo Jun's voice in the posture of a victor was heard.

Mo Han was very calm, his eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the wounds on his body seemed to have blood all the time and had never healed.

"Why don't you speak?" Mo Jun sneered and continued: "I gave you a chance, but you never cherished it!" ”

"Opportunity?" Mo Han didn't open his eyes, and his voice was even colder to the bone: "I need you to give me some chance." ”

He never liked to win with words, and he never had to say what he could.

But sometimes, some people are aggressive, and his deception is too much, stepping into his forbidden area step by step, stepping into his bottom line.

Perhaps, it was not his life that Mo Jun touched his bottom line, but the person he wanted to protect the most.

"Haha-" I saw Mo Jun laugh madly twice, slapped the iron prison pillar hard, and said, "So you don't have a chance now!" The moon is mine, and it will always be mine! Even if she is my concubine, she is mine! ”

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and Mo Han suddenly opened his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was covered with red bloodshots.

His eyes were beautiful, they used to be as clear as they were, but now they were a little dark, but they were still beautiful.

This look in his eyes, with absolute killing intent, seems to be able to crush the person in front of him with a frown in the next second.

"She'll never be yours."

"Hehe, Mo Han, Mo Han." Mo Jun sneered twice and said, "Do you think you are still qualified to say such things now?" It's ridiculous. You will soon be a dying man, and in three days you will be directly dismembered by five horses at the execution ground, do you know? ”

Mo Jun's tone was very flamboyant, as if he was coming to announce Mo Han's death.

And it's true, he came here to show off.

From childhood to adulthood, Mo Han has been a sick man, inferior to him everywhere, and inferior to him no matter what.

How can such a person snatch away the person he once loved in his heart, he is not qualified, and he will never be qualified.

Since he likes to possess it so forcibly, then he has no choice but to send him to see Lord Yama!

"And then?" Mo Han's tone did not have the slightest fear, but seemed very careless.

"Mo Han-" In an instant, Mo Jun looked at him with a roar and said, "What are you still talking about when you die?" When you are torn apart by the five horses, your wife will be my wife! ”

He paused when he said this, and then immediately changed his words: "She has nothing to do with you from beginning to end. ”

"Mo-kun." Mo opened his mouth coldly, and although the words were not sonorous and powerful, they carried a solemn atmosphere: "She is mine." ”

Mo Jun didn't know why, but when he heard this, he inexplicably felt some panic in his heart, and this panic was like a touch of anger directly against his chest, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But he is obviously a victor, and he came today, obviously to show a high-minded appearance to ridicule him.

And told him that this was the end of disobedience against him.

In his Mo Jun's eyes, he Mo Han is simply an ant, and he is also an ant that can be trampled to death at any time.