Chapter 2247 Relying entirely on him now

“…”

Mo Huantong wanted to refute, but didn't know what to say. Her hands and feet were cold, "You, have you killed many people?"

"This..." Mo Beiyan shrugged, "It depends on how you define it. Just think that it is not good. It is better for me to have a perfect image in your heart."

“…”

When will it be perfect?!

Mo Huantong was stiff all over. He once said that he had killed his mother. She thought that was just an angry word... Could it be true?

She still doesn't believe it no matter how she thinks.

Mo Beiyan didn't give her too much time to think, and hugged her and walked towards the house, "Let's go, don't shrink, what am I afraid of?"

Mo Huantong still didn't dare to move. This was not something that could be faced casually, especially when the person stood in front of her, "But..."

Mo Beiyan stopped and he lowered his head to look at her face, "Don't cry out for pain, don't you hate him?"

"hatred!"

Mo Huantong nodded without hesitation. The hatred in her eyes could start the prairie without igniting it. Mo Beiyan looked at her eyes and felt relieved at this moment.

Fortunately, he didn't listen to Mo Nanjue... Fortunately, he didn't say it.

Just because he knew how much she hated... he found a dying substitute. Only by letting her think that "that person" is dead can she no longer have any doubts.

The best way to hide something is to make everyone think that the matter is completely over...

This is a sentence that Shen Xinbi said many years ago.

She was hiding in the back building for so many years and was not discovered because everyone thought she was already dead.

So she was able to hide it for so long...

Mo Beiyan became more and more determined to this idea. Mo Nanjue actually asked him to confess to Mo Huantong as soon as possible. What's the use of confessing? Isn't it that she hates him to death?

Absolutely not possible. Mo Nanjue's cliff is waiting to see his good show.

He did it on purpose!

Mo Beiyan almost half hugged Mo Huantong to the door of the house. His subordinates opened the door lock with the key. Huantong couldn't help but tremble, "What's his name?"

“…”

What is its name?

Mo Beiyan really forgot to think of his name, so he casually said, "Tom Cruise."

Tom Cruise?!

Mo Huantong frowned and felt familiar when she heard it, "This...isn't this the one who plays Mission Impossible?"

"Is that true?" Mo Beiyan's mouth twitched, as if it was indeed, "Maybe... it's a duplicate name."

“…”

My subordinates pushed the door open with a dark face, but they wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it. Master, can you stop shaking my idol Tom?!

Mo Beiyan raised his leg and stepped in.

Mo Huantong was pulled by his wrist and had to walk in.

The house was not big and very dark, with only sporadic light sprinkling in through the gaps in the windows on both sides.

A man kneeled on the fur pile in the center. His hands were tied behind his back, and his strong face was covered with whip marks. He was obviously tortured before.

Various whips and knives were thrown on the ground.

Mo Beiyan pulled over a chair and sat down, hugged Mo Huantong's waist and let her sit on his lap. He sneered, "Do you still remember her?"

The man raised his head, of course he had never seen it before. He and Mo Beiyan looked at each other and said the lines he had ordered, "Remember, I played with this girl in the IM Hotel four years ago."

Mo Huantong's face turned pale. She held Mo Beiyan's hand tightly, and relied entirely on him at this time.

She couldn't say a word...
Chapter completed!