
After killing Yu He, Mo Yan leaned against the chair, rubbing his head lightly.
Keep picking up the complicated memories in his head.
In the Haotian Continent, the strong were powerful, and strength was the most important thing. The cultivation of martial arts can be divided into acquired and innate. The cultivation level obtained was divided into nine levels. Once the training obtained is completed, it can hit the innate realm. At that moment, what developed was the heaven and earth spirit power, called the Martial King.
The Mo Yan family that Mo Yan belonged to was one of the three great families in the Wei Kingdom, with a strong foundation and great influence, divided into the Mo Family House and four derivative courtyards.
Mo Yan was the eldest daughter of the third page of the Mo Family, but it was a pity that after her father Mo Yang disappeared, the third page lost power, and she was also bullied.
"False nature and no talent for cultivating, no wonder people harass me like this." Ye Xi opened her eyes and swore in her heart, "Since I will live this life, then I will live a happy life !"
"Miss.!"
At this moment, a little girl's voice sounded from outside.
Mo Yan stood up and opened the door.
Standing outside was the beautiful little girl with red eyes, as if she had just cried, and sobbed softly upon seeing Mo Yan.
Mo Yan wiped away the tears from the little girl's face with his hands, and then said gently, "Ye Mo, why are you here, what about my mother ..."
" Mr. is fine." The little girl wiped her tears and said anxiously: "If you don't come back again, it will be very anxious. Miss, you really ..."
Ye Mo was a bit hesitant to speak.
Mo Yan smiled, Ye Mo is also his maid, kind-hearted, well-behaved, and hardworking, but because her mother, Yue Ling, is sick and weak, is, Mo Yan sent him to help take care of Yue Ling most of the time. .
"Don't worry, miss has those nobles to help this time, so there's no danger." Mo Yan comforted Ye Mo calmly.
"Yes!" Ye Mo couldn't help but scream, and then seemed to think of something, and said seriously: "By the way, lady, there's something I think I need to tell you."
"What's wrong?"
“No need.” Mo Yan smiled faintly, “Since he is dead.”
“Mati?” Ye Mo froze for a moment, unable to react.
Mo Yan nodded, and wrote lightly: "I killed him! What I hate the most is a traitor! Since Yu He has chosen to betray me, he must be ready for me to kill."
Ye Mo's body trembled, and he suddenly felt that he did not recognize the serving lady.
The lady was a weak and cowardly woman, let alone killing, she could not even hit and scold, so even a servant like Yu He dared to play tricks on her.
But today, Ye Mo saw a different Mo Yan, who was decisive in killing, cold and ruthless towards the enemy!
“OK, accompany me to see my mother first, don't mention my abduction problem to her. Also, spread the news that Yue He killed himself because of the money theft he did” Mo Yan said lightly.
"Yes." Yeah." Ye Mo answered obediently, and followed behind Mo Yan weakly behind him.
Madam Yue was sick in bed all year, her beautiful face becoming as white as paper, without the slightest hint of red hue in sight.
His palm was even thinner, which made people feel sad.
Looking at the sleeping woman in front of him, Mo Yan's eyes suddenly felt a pain, his throat was like it was blocked by something, and his heart was extremely sick.
This feeling comes from her own instincts, mother and son are united, this mother is the only family that loves her very much.
"Mrs ..." Ye Mo called out gently, but was stopped by Mo Yan.
“Do not disturb my mother's break.” Mo Yan wiped the corner of his eyes, sat on the side of the bed, and felt his pulse.
After a long time, his expression became gloomy, and a chill surfaced in his eyes.