Chapter 795 Returning Home

Ah Wei glanced at the empty bag in his hand and shrugged, "Master Qin, there is no magazine."

"One more shot..." came Shi Shaoqin's cold voice, filled with the strong scent of blood.

Mo Sen's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes looking at Shi Shaoqin changed from the usual indifference to one of horror.

Ah Wei tossed the bag casually, "The calculation is really accurate..." He seemed to mutter to himself.

After all, Master Qin didn't ask him how many magazines he brought...

When a person is bloodthirsty, he still keeps his head calm, and he can see the bag he emptied out of the corner of his eye... Tsk, tsk, pervert!

Of course, Ah Wei didn't dare to say this like Jian Mo did.

"I'm going to check out the goods..." Ah Wei glanced at Mo Sen and said, "The entrance and exit have been closed these days. If the goods don't come out, the streets will go crazy."

As they spoke, they turned around and walked towards the drug manufacturing factory.

He was not interested in knowing why Master Qin left the last gun for Mo Sen. He just knew that if he didn't leave now, he might know something he shouldn't know, and he would have to find a gun for himself.

"Young Master Qin?" Mo Sen swallowed secretly and looked at Shi Shaoqin with some confusion.

Shi Shaoqin's beautiful face was completely indifferent, and the depths of his narrow eyes were even colder.

Mo Sen didn't move, he didn't even dare to think about anything...

"Deliberately irritating me, even asking someone to call Mo'er..." Shi Shaoqin's voice gently escaped from his beautiful lips, "Mo Sen, you really guessed my thoughts thoroughly."

Mo Sen swallowed secretly, "Master Qin... you, what do you mean?" His breath couldn't help but become confused, "I... I don't understand..."

"Don't understand?" Shi Shaoqin sneered, "After you go out, go back in the direction where Mo'er will come... Apply lubricant on the escalator. As long as she is nervous and accidentally touches it, she will not be able to catch it."

Shi Shaoqin's voice became colder and colder as he spoke.

"If I can't help it, that's for the best..." Shi Shaoqin sneered, "If I can't help it, you will always find a way to make me do it after you have been with me for so many years, right?"

"Master Qin, how could it be possible?" Mo Sen's eyes were full of horror, "Jian Mo was an accident that night. Also, what does the lubricant on the escalator mean?"

Shi Shaoqin sneered coldly and was too lazy to argue with Mo Sen.

"Besides, what good will it do to me to let Jian Mo fall down the stairs?" Mo Sen said hurriedly, his eyes just passing through those who were still struggling on the edge of death, "Does the Imperial Master think that I am Luo Songxian's person?"

"You're not!" Shi Shaoqin said calmly.

"Then why?" Mo Sen began to breathe heavily.

Shi Shaoqin's eyes were cold, "Then I have to ask you..."

As soon as the words fell, Shi Shaoqin's gun barrel was already pressed against Mo Sen's forehead.

The cold touch smelled of death, and the pressure overflowing from Shi Shaoqin made Mo Sen swallow hard.

"Young Master Qin..."

"I've been thinking about it these past few days," Shi Shaoqin's cold voice came again, "You are not his, why did you still come to me even though you knew my taboo that day?"

Mawson's breathing had become heavy.

"How did you anger me that night?" Shi Shaoqin suddenly let out a light sigh.

Mo Sen's heart suddenly hit rock bottom, "Yes, it was Gu Beichen who said that?"

When he said these words, there was obvious fear in his voice...even anger.

Shi Shaoqin frowned slightly, "He already knew what you were thinking about me?"

Mo Sen secretly gritted his teeth. Digging his own grave made him lose his composure even more.

"It seems...this is already the answer."

Shi Shaoqin's eyes suddenly darkened. Looking at the way Mo Sen looked at him, he felt completely dirty!

A 'bang' sound passed through... The world stopped at this moment.

Mo Sen is not dead, at least, he will not die on the spot...

The pain corroded his nerves bit by bit, and he spent the last moment looking at Shi Shaoqin's beautiful face.

"It's good to die in your hands..." Mo Sen finally smiled, "That's good."

Shi Shaoqin's handsome face was suddenly filled with gloom.

"It's a pity...I didn't let Jian...Jian Mo...die...you, you originally...belonged...well..."

Mo Sen wanted to say something else, but J jumped out of nowhere and stepped on him hard.

"It's all you..." J shouted angrily, "If it weren't for you, Jian Mo's child wouldn't have died, and she wouldn't hate us so much, hum!"

Mo Sen's pupils began to dilate, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips...

If it weren't for J's feet, he would still have to go through a period of torture to die... But there is no need for that now.

However, what Mo Sen didn't expect at this moment was what kind of shadow he would have had on Shi Shaoqin if it hadn't been for J's kick and his possessive words towards Shi Shaoqin.

Maybe, this is how things are in the world...

There is always a point in reincarnation, good and bad...all start here and end here.

The blood-bathed Mo Palace, the air was filled with the smell of blood, shrouding everyone in darkness.

At the same time, in the detention center of the Interpol branch, a group of men who had not eaten meat for a long time were surrounding Luo Songxian...

The obscene words are full of disgust. After all, although his body is still strong, he is old after all.

But for these people, it is always a good thing to be able to let go and have fun.

The wailing sound, with the obscene sound of whether it was enjoyment or endurance, filled the prison cage...

Luo Songxian probably never thought that he would become the people he once oppressed, or even worse.

Gu Beichen was not a soft-hearted person, not to mention that Xiaoyan left him and Jian Mo because of Luo Songxian.

He would let Luo Songxian thoroughly understand how luxurious it was to die...

When the private plane arrived in Luocheng, it was midnight there.

Because it was winter and night... The air was mixed with a cold and biting breath.

"Mr. Chen..." Xiao Jing got on the plane, "Get ready, Madam can go."

"I'll go by myself..."

Jian Mo saw Gu Beichen coming to hug her, and she spoke softly.

"It's uncomfortable on the plane. I've been sitting for so long. Don't be stubborn, huh?" Gu Beichen looked at her with deep eagle eyes.

Jian Mo bit her lip and nodded.

Gu Beichen picked up Jian Mo horizontally, and Xiao Jing had already brought the cashmere blanket over and covered her.

The car was parked next to the plane. It was a spacious business car with the heater on.

Covered with a blanket, Jian Mo shivered subconsciously because of the cold wind when she was just walking down the stairs...

Gu Beichen quickened his pace, his cold face a little tense.

"I'm fine, just a little unaccustomed..." Jian Mo felt the man's self-blame and said softly.

"Yeah." Gu Beichen responded, and while closing the car door, he adjusted the car seat to a comfortable arc.

The car drove straight to the villa halfway up the mountain...

Jian Mo looked out the window, and the familiar night view was full of melancholy, as if she had left for a long, long time... so long, longer than those four and a half years.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Gu Beichen asked softly.

Jian Mo shook her head, "It's not comfortable to sleep here, go back and sleep later."

Gu Beichen nodded.

"Achen..."

"Yeah?" Gu Beichen asked softly.

Jian Mo pursed her lips, and her voice was filled with uncontrollable caution, "Can we take Naibao back to us?"