Mo Hanche has always been a person who doesn't talk much, even if he is drunk at the moment, he just drinks with his head bored, and he doesn't say a word of drunkenness.

I have never seen my baby son so depressed, Mo Wuxian was very distressed just by looking at it,

Mo Wuxian stepped forward in a few big steps, snatched the wine jar from Mo Hanche's hand, and asked, "What's wrong?" Che'er? Isn't that stinky girl--"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Han turned his head suddenly, and two sharp eyes swept over, "Who are you scolding?" ”

Mo Wuxie: "......", he is drunk at the moment and doesn't even know his father, but he still protects that stinky girl, thinking of this, Mo Wuxie's anger in his heart doesn't come to one place,

That stinky girl is really capable, and I don't know what method she used to charm her precious son like this,

Thinking of this, Mo Wuxie suddenly lost interest in betting with her, and he couldn't wait to tie her up tomorrow and marry her baby son.

Mo Wuxian pulled Mo Hanche over, looked at him distressedly, and persuaded in a soft tone: "Che'er, what's so good about that girl, you want to practice yourself like this?" ”

Mo Hanche was slightly stunned, glanced at Mo Wuxian lightly, and then, snatched the wine jar from his hand, poured a big sip into his mouth, and laughed out loud, "Haha, that's right, I'm not qualified to like her at all",

Mo Wuxian was about to step forward, Mo Hanche suddenly smashed the wine jar in his hand to the side with a "bang", the sound of the wine jar breaking in the night was extremely clear, and Mo Wuxie's heart trembled.

Mo Hanche staggered to his feet, Mo Wuxian stepped forward to help him, but he dodged him, Mo Wuxie's empty hand hung in the air, looked at Mo Hanche distressedly, and said softly: "Che'er, what's the matter with you, tell your father, why bother to be stuffy in your heart",

Mo Hanche looked at Mo Wuxian with drunken eyes, snorted coldly, slowly raised his finger and pointed at his face, then clenched his fist and pounded his chest, and staggered towards the house without saying a word.

Mo Wuxian looked at Mo Hanche's crumbling back, and his eyes were suddenly dyed with a layer of cruelty, as long as it was what he Che'er wanted, he would definitely help him get it,

If he can't get it, he will destroy it.

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Mo Wuxian walked back to his house, changed into a light night suit, and took advantage of the moonlight to run in the direction of Furong Town.

These days, the scope of Huangfu Xueying and Nangong Jing's search has gradually narrowed, and they are gradually coming towards the place of Mo's Villa.

But Mo Wuxian was not worried at all, as long as they could find it, he was absolutely sure that the Mo Clan Villa would become their burial place.

Hidden here for many years, Mo Wuxian is naturally very familiar with the surrounding terrain, near Furong Town, he met the guards of Huangfu Snow Shadow, he solved a few easily, and then bypassed Furong Town, and walked to a small bamboo forest a hundred miles away from Furong Town.

He took out the method of breaking the formation left for him by the man from his bosom and walked through the bamboo forest, and at the end of the bamboo forest, he saw a small bamboo house in the distance.

As soon as I walked out of the bamboo forest, I felt a fierce murderous aura,

Mo Wuxian almost dodged the attack of the incoming person with a slight dodge, and easily choked the opponent's neck, at this time, as long as he used a little force, the opponent's head would move at any time,

With a burst of crisp applause, a middle-aged man in his fifties and a sturdy figure slowly walked out of the bamboo house, "I thought that Mo's power was just using poison, but I didn't expect that martial arts would be so high."

Mo Wuxian saw the person coming, snorted coldly, lifted the person in his hand and threw it aside, and said directly to the point: "What you said before, does it still count?" ”