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The phone was connected, and Mu Xiaoyao couldn't hide his anxious voice: "Yehua, where is it?" ”

Although he did not participate in the auction on campus, he knew that the fourth uncle had gone.

Someone had already given him the news before, saying that the fourth uncle had left in a hurry.

was about to call the fourth uncle, but he didn't expect Yehua to take the initiative to call.

It's just that he doesn't know that the person on the other end of the phone is not Yehua, but Mu Xiaojiu.

"Listen." Mu Xiaojiu took a deep breath, and at the corner of his lips, black blood was still emerging.

He ignored it, gritted his teeth, and said word by word.

"From now on, protect Xia Xia until ...... I'll tell you personally that the mission is over. ”

"Fourth Uncle ......" snapped, and the phone seemed to fall to the ground.

Over there, there was immediately a chaotic voice.

"Ninth Master, Ninth Master!" Yehua couldn't care about the mobile phone on the ground at all.

Seeing that he had always been like a god's mansion, the ninth master, who stood up to the sky and the earth, fell down in front of him like this.

In addition to his panic, he was more heartache.

The ninth master has always been so strong, and he has never been ...... None of them have ever fallen like this.

Even if he was on a cruise ship last time, because Bailixia was seriously injured, he could hold on to get to the hospital.

Hold on, and sit on the operating table by yourself.

But now, he's really down!

After explaining the last word to Mu Xiaoyao, he finally closed his eyes and fell straight down.

The poison had already invaded the internal organs, and after taking the medicine, he should be quiet and rest, waiting for Nangong Xu's arrival.

But he didn't, in order to give Mu Xiaoyao the task, he insisted on staying sober.

Yehua understands what the ninth master means, and the personality of the second young master, the ninth master knows better than anyone else.

No matter how much the second young master hates Bailixia, as long as it is something that the ninth master explains, he will definitely complete it.

The Ninth Master said that he wanted him to protect Bailixia until he personally told him that the mission was over.

If, after the ninth master falls this time, he will never be able to get up again.

Then, the task of protecting Bailixia is Mu Xiaoyao's lifelong mission.

Mu Xiaoyao may really be cold and arrogant, and no one cares about it.

However, there is one person, every word he says is a holy decree for Mu Xiaoyao.

That person is the Ninth Master!

The Ninth Master asked Mu Xiaoyao to protect Bailixia so cautiously, was it because he was afraid that he would never wake up again?

Lay Mu Xiaojiu in the back seat, and carefully wiped the black blood that kept overflowing from his lips.

Yehua's heart has never felt pain.

Jiu Ye's last two major injuries were all because of Bailixia.

He didn't hate Bailixia, but her existence really endangered the life of the ninth master.

Jiu Ye's original intention of finding her has long since deteriorated.

This matter, the ninth master himself is unwilling to admit it, who of them, who is close to him, can't see it clearly?

Let Bailixia and the Ninth Master get close, sooner or later, the Ninth Master will be killed because of her!

On the mobile phone on the ground, Mu Xiaoyao's anxious voice was still coming.

Yehua picked up the phone, looked at the other end of the phone, and said in a deep voice: "Ninth Master...... Poisoned, at Miss Xia Xia's charity stall. ”

Mu Xiaoyao's five fingers holding the mobile phone were tense, and his face was unsightly as he had ever been.

"Second Young Master, we are about to rush to meet Nangong Xu, and when things settle down, I will contact you again."

With a beep, this time, the call was cut off by Yehua on his own initiative.

Looking at the vast sea of people in front of him, the pain in Mu Xiaoyao's eyes was instantly covered by himself.

Poisoning, in the stall of Thyria......