Because she could feel his concern between the lines, he didn't want to see her have an accident, and he wanted her to go to that place.

Taking a deep breath, the news was still like a bolt from the blue to her, and it made her brain buzz.

She picked up the notebook and looked at it carefully, her handsome face seemed to be shrouded in haze, and it became more and more gloomy.

The knuckles of the fingers clutching the notebook are white, and the heart is like the waves being swept by a hurricane, and I can't calm down for a long time.

Aimlessly, after killing for so many years, now, the goal is finally clear......

Huangfu Zhiyuan, you wait for me......

Jian Junxi's whole body exuded a fierce murderous aura, and his thin lips moved slightly: "Why don't you pretend to be crazy and stupid now?" ”

Mu Qian was stunned, took the book from her hand, and continued to write: "After I woke up, I smelled the fragrance of flowers, and your people told me that you saved us."

But I don't know who you are? I was afraid that you would send us to a mental hospital, so I didn't dare to pretend anymore, and I was afraid that you were a bad person, so I told them that I couldn't write. ”

Jian Junxi glanced at him with a faint expression, put his hands into the pockets of his trousers, was silent for a few seconds, and continued to ask coldly: "Why didn't Huangfu Zhiyuan kill you directly?" ”

"Even if Huangfu Zhiyuan finds the ring, he will want the young master's tears, so the only requirement of the young master is that if he lives, we must live.

If we die, he will never live alone, and on the fifteenth of every month, their people will talk to each other on the phone so that he can hear our voices. ”

Mu Qian couldn't help but sigh after writing, as if he was very worried, he hadn't heard their voices for a while, would he not be able to think about it?

"You mean, he...... Now he is still locked up in a dungeon by Huangfu Zhiyuan? ”

Jian Junxi's sharp cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the words he spit out carried a chill to the bone.

Mu Qian nodded, and continued to write with red eyes: "Yes, I saw your beautiful face just now, and it felt very familiar for a moment.

When you sat in front of me, I remembered that you looked like Ling Weiwei, and I was wondering if you could be her son.

If you count by age, maybe you are the young master's child, I was shocked and scared, very nervous, I didn't expect that you are really the young master's blood and bones, child, please save him! ”

Jian Junxi's cold eyes hid obvious blood and killing, and her heart was like a volcanic eruption, and the magma that spewed out was in her internal organs, and her limbs were rampant.

This hatred, this hatred, I can't tell who it is for, anyway, damn it, she won't let go of any of them!

Mu Qian looked at her fierce face, his heart was shocked, and he immediately wrote: "Little young master, I know, young master, he is sorry for you, back then, if he had the ability, he would be responsible for Ling Weiwei."

I know you hate him because he has done irreparable damage to your mother, but he is also a victim, can you save him for your father's sake! ”

The word 'father' made Jian Junxi feel particularly piercing, and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly opened his eyes, the cold light shone, and his ruthless tone was like the cold wind of the cold winter moon: "Huangfu's family, where is the seclusion?" ”

Yuan Qian shook his head and wrote in his notebook: "Back then, when I caught us in, blindfolded us, and came out of that place, I was already blind.

I just remember the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, rustling, and it is certain that there are trees all around, and it feels like the Mu family, living in the woods. ”

(End of chapter)