1270. Chapter 1270 Preemptive Strike 7
3q c, the fastest update of The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Good-for-nothing Miss Nitian! "Who is it?" Mo Yunqing found that her head was empty, many things were in a mess, and she couldn't figure out a clue.
"Yes, who is it? Who did you see at the last moment?" Mo Zixu asked loudly.
"Yes." Mo Yunqing shook her head vigorously. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and remembered a fragment, "Daddy put Qing'er in confinement."
"That's right, it's Daddy's fault. Daddy put Qing'er in confinement." Mo Zixu quickly admitted his mistake, and led Mo Yunqing to continue, "What happens after the confinement is closed? How did the confinement door open?"
Mo Zixu felt that there was something wrong with Mo Yunqing at this moment.
Compared with her usual self, she looked stiff, inflexible, slow to respond, and her brain was running slowly, looking like a marionette.
However, there is no doubt that only Mo Yunqing can guess who the real murderer is.
"The door of the confinement room" Mo Yunqing moved the bloated brain cells with difficulty, recalling it over and over again.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and a pair of slender hands grabbed Mo Zixu tightly, the knuckles turned white, which showed how excited she was!
"Father Su Susu..." Mo Yunqing was so excited that she couldn't pronounce the words clearly. She just kept chanting this word, but couldn't pronounce the following words!
"Book what?" Mo Zixu couldn't understand at all, and hurriedly urged Mo Yunqing, "No hurry, just speak slowly!"
"Susu Suluo!" Excited, Mo Yunqing finally pronounced the word with difficulty.
"Su Luo! It was Su Luo who killed you!" Mo Zixu's face was instantly shrouded in frost, and he clenched his fists tightly in anger!
"And Su Suluo is..." Suddenly, Mo Yunqing's body jerked violently, almost falling over again.
"What is Su Luo? Tell me quickly!" Mo Zixu urged loudly.
"Yes, it is empty..." The more excited Mo Yunqing became, the more speechless she became, her entire body trembling non-stop.
At this moment, sweat dripped down from the Great Elder's forehead one by one, and he had already stretched to the limit.
"Uncle, hold on for a while, just for a while!" Mo Zixu felt that the truth that Mo Yunqing was about to reveal would be very shocking, and he was not willing to give up just like that.
Although the Great Elder was depressed, he had no choice but to nod in agreement. Thus, the Great Elder bit the root of his tongue, and used the temporary pain to stimulate his own potential, allowing his spiritual power to continue.
"Jian Jin Shuan" At this moment, Mo Yunqing seemed to be swept by the autumn wind, his whole body was trembling, his eyes were turned upwards, and only the whites of his eyes could be seen. She kept repeating the word over and over again.
Mo Zi Xu Ting's head grew bigger.
"Shun, what are you talking about!" Mo Zi urged repeatedly.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough" Mo Ziqing's nostrils, mouth, ears, and eyes were constantly oozing blood, and his face looked shocking. Throat bleeding backed up, causing her to cough violently.
At this moment, Patriarch Mo who was not far away suddenly turned around, and his cold eyes rushed towards Mo Yunqing like sharp swords.
As he strode forward, a strong coercion enveloped Mo Yunqing in an instant.
"Say!" Patriarch Mo stretched out his hand suddenly, like an eagle catching a chick, directly lifted Mo Yunqing by the collar and lifted her up in the air.