Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

"I hired someone to do the fire in Mu's house twelve years ago."

Mu Xing completely expected that the truth he had been searching for so hard would come so unexpectedly.

She stared at Lu Yuan, bright red bloodshot eyes spreading, "Why?"

"Mu Zhengnian made me lose everything. He gained fame and wealth, and received countless praises, but I was defeated in the imperial capital and became everyone's joke. I won't accept it!"

Recalling the unbearable past, Lu Yuan clenched his hands into fists, and uncontrollable flames burst out from his lifeless eyes.

"Mu Zhengnian asked for it! He was the one who harmed your whole family!"

He looked at Mu Xing, his vicissitudes of life full of viciousness and arrogance, "I didn't expect you to be such a troublemaker, but so what, the glory of your Mu family has long since disappeared with the fire that year, and was wiped out in ashes! In the end, I’m the one who wins!”

Mu Xing couldn't stop trembling all over and kicked Lu Yuan violently.

Lu Yuan was kicked out and hit the LCD TV hard.

The screen cracked with ferocious cracks, and Lu Yuan fell to the ground, blood gushing out from his mouth. He seemed to be in a state of madness, and let out a horrifying sinister smile, "Come on, kill me, for you." The family takes revenge!”

Mu Xing's eyes were scarlet and bloodthirsty, as if they were about to drip blood. His violent breathing caused his chest to rise and fall, and he yelled at Pei Rang with trembling lips: "Gun! Give me the gun!"

Pei Rang was so frightened by her that he looked past her in panic and asked the man sitting on the sofa for instructions.

Fu Lingxiao looked at the girl who was agitated and on the verge of violence, with a hint of unbearability in his eyes. When Pei Rang glanced at her, he hesitated for a few seconds and nodded.

After receiving permission, Pei Rang pulled out the gun from his waist and handed it to Mu Xing with both hands.

Mu Xing took the gun, loaded it, walked over with sharp steps, leaned over and pulled Lu Yuan up, and pressed the muzzle of the gun hard against his head, "Did you hire someone to kill Uncle Feng?"

Lu Yuan's eyes were slightly stunned, and then he immediately said: "Yes."

Brutal killing burst out in Mu Xing's eyes, and she was restrained by her last bit of reason so that she did not shoot immediately. "Who was the killer who set the fire back then and the killer who killed Uncle Feng? How can I contact them?"

"You want to take revenge on them? It's a pity, it's impossible. I have solved them long ago."

Lu Yuan grinned and smiled sinisterly. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and dripped on Mu Xing's hand. "You can avenge your whole family by killing me alone. Why don't you do it quickly? Right?" Dare you?"

"Everyone in the Mu family died tragically. You lived alone for twelve years. Now that the murderer is in front of you, you don't dare to shoot. It will be Mu Zhengnian's death anniversary in a few days. Do you have the nerve to kowtow in front of his grave?"

"Hahaha, Mu Zhengnian's daughter, nothing more than that..."

"boom!"

The deafening sound of gunshots pierced the quiet morning.

Lu Yuan opened his cloudy eyes, the expression on his face was frozen in ridicule, and there was a bloody hole on his forehead.

"boom!-"

Another shot!

After a pause for a few seconds, the third shot followed, then the fourth shot...

After fourteen gunshots, Lu Yuan's body was covered with blood holes, and a large pool of blood gathered on the marble floor, staining the soles of Mu Xing's shoes red.

She left Lu Yuan, who had long since lost his breath, panting violently, her whole body trembling, and tears rolled down from her eyes unconsciously.

Her face was spattered with blood drops, and her whole body exuded a strong smell of blood. Her eyes were fixed on Lu Yuan in the pool of blood. It was obvious that she should be relieved, but she could not calm down for a long time.

A big palm suddenly stretched out to cover her red eyes. The next second, she was pulled into a warm embrace, and strong arms hugged her trembling body tightly.

The man's gentle voice came from above his head: "Okay, honey, it's all over."

Mu Xing ignored the blood on his body and buried his face in the man's chest, "Uncle, I'm so tired..."

"Be good, I'll take you upstairs to rest."

Fu Lingxiao picked her up by the waist, glanced at Pei Rang with his cold eyes, and strode up the stairs with him in his arms.

Shen Luo was outside the door, witnessing all this with a complicated expression, and silently jumped back to the roof.

Pei Rang stood in the living room and waited until the man's figure completely disappeared. He immediately called his men, dragged away the body, cleaned up the blood stains, and left the manor.

in the master bedroom.

Fu Lingxiao carried Mu Xing to the bathroom to wash off the smell of blood, helped her put on a clean nightgown, and gently placed her on the bed.

Mu Xing had fallen into a deep sleep. Fu Lingxiao sat beside the bed and looked at her pale face. The guilt in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

"Xing'er, I'm sorry."

His eyes were red, and he held Mu Xing's cold little hand, kissing the back of her hand with his thin lips. His throat seemed to be filled with thorns, which stung him raw.

He really deserves death for using such despicable means to stimulate her and prevent her from continuing the investigation!

But he really doesn't want the so-called truth to ruin their future. As long as he can keep her by his side, he is willing to pay any price!

Mu Xing, who was sleeping, fell into a nightmare without warning.

She lay on the balcony asking for help and saw a person standing downstairs. She carefully poked her head out to take a closer look. Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from behind and covered her face tightly.

Then, an arm wrapped around her belly and picked her up.

She struggled desperately, but gradually lost strength because her mouth and nose were covered. She was carried downstairs and thrown on the floor in the living room. In her blurred vision, she saw a pair of black shoes gradually moving away.

The fire in the living room was getting bigger and bigger, and in the thick smoke, she vaguely saw her mother waking up.

Mommy carried her staggeringly to the bathroom, put her in the bathtub, turned on the water, and lay weakly on the edge of the bathtub, smiling and telling her not to be afraid.

A black figure suddenly enveloped me, and a big hand grabbed Mommy's head and pushed her into the water...

"do not want!"

Mu Xing suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his chest heaving violently, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

"What's up baby?"

Fu Lingxiao hurriedly held her in his arms, caressing her thin back with his big hands.

Mu Xing leaned on the man's chest, and her blurry and out-of-focus vision gradually became clearer. The moment she returned to reality, she only felt the pain in her soul as if it had been cut by a knife blade.

She opened her eyes slowly, her thick eyelashes trembling. After a long, long time, a huge teardrop rolled down from her eyelids.

"Uncle..."

She grabbed the man's clothes helplessly, whimpering in his arms like a seriously injured little animal.

The always lively and cheerful little girl was now as fragile as a glass doll that could break at the touch of a touch. Fu Lingxiao had never seen her look like this before, and his heart almost broke.

"Stop crying, baby, it's all over."