But Mo Nanjue didn't hear it.

He walked very fast, and after only a few steps, he was already running, with long legs emitting wind, and he seemed to be faster than the cold wind in the middle of the night.

He walked through layers of forests and bumpy thorns, and his hands holding the gun clenched out red marks. The sharp wind was like a blade, ruthlessly blew his tight handsome face, and penetrated from the surface of his skin into the deepest heart.

Slowly sluggish, and severe bone-eroding pain.

Even breathing smells of blood.

I don’t know how long I ran or how far I ran, but the road in front of me seemed to have no end. The light that was not very bright penetrated the leaves and fell on him mottledly.

I don't know what I tripped under my feet, but in fact he could stand firm, but Tong Ran's face covered with tears flashed through his mind. Mo Nanjue's eyes suddenly turned black, and his legs seemed to have suddenly lost the strength to walk.

He fell all over.

The knees hit the ground heavily, and gravel pierced into the flesh, sharp and bone-bone.

Mo Nanjue pressed against the ground with one knee, and the muzzle in his hand supported the ground and his body. He did not move, and the qi and blood in his chest surging violently.

A fishy sweetness surged in my throat.

The next second, he bent down deeply and spit out a mouthful of blood—

The warm blood sprinkled on every inch of grass and trees, and the light shook.

There was a man standing on the hillside ahead.

He walked slowly towards him with a sure smile on his lips.

When Mo Nanjue heard the movement, his five fingers suddenly clenched, and he stood up suddenly.

He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the man standing not far away from him.

The faint morning light shone cleared his face.

Mo Nanjue's eyes were shocked and suspicious, and finally a contemptuous sneer, his thin lips opened and closed, and each word was filled with anger and coldness, "Mu Bailiang."

"Remember me."

Mu Bailiang stood gracefully with his legs. After he put his hands on his back, he looked at him with a faint smile, "Mo Nanjue."

He called his name and smiled softly, his eyes fell on the blood at the corner of his mouth, and Mu Bailiang's smile even more, "How many years have passed, Mo Nanjue, has it finally hurt you?"

The pain was so painful that he vomited blood for no reason.

He is not a good person.

Mo Nanjue smiled coldly, looking at him with bloody mouth, his eyes cold and bloodthirsty, "Mu Bailiang, I can't die, right?"

"You don't give me a way out, but I can't bear to die. You said... isn't it difficult?"

Mu Bailiang was always laughing. He reached out and pressed the earphones hanging on his ears and looked at him with a smile, "My subordinates are waiting for my orders at any time. As long as I say a word, he will immediately publish the video to the public..."

After a pause, he tskated, "Tong Ran and Chen An, one is your wife and one is your brother, the two of them kissed passionately in bed and made love videos. Do you think, how many people will be interested?"

Mu Bailiang said slowly.

But in fact, there was nothing in the video, and Tong Ran and Chen An had no relationship. Mu Bailiang was also shocked when he saw this. He did not expect that Chen An and Tong Ran could even hold back.

They both fell into a coma, as if they had entered a hallucination world, and did not move again after fainting.

But that's OK.

Chen An and Tong Ran did not really go to bed, so what?

Mo Nanjue would not take this risk, he would not let the woman who allowed him be harmed by his brother, let alone the public?

He would never take risks with this.
Chapter completed!