Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

When Mu Xing arrived at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, it was already completely dark.

The red supercar stopped quickly in front of the mud house. She pulled off her seat belt, got out of the car and ran inside. The fence door fell sideways to the ground, and the blood stains on the ground were faintly visible under the light of the car lights.

Mu Xing frowned and eagerly opened the door. A strong smell of blood hit his nostrils!

She ran into the house and turned on the light, and saw a woman covered in blood lying on the bed. There were countless wounds on her body, and blood was still coming out. The sheets underneath her were already dyed blood red!

"Aunt Fat!"

Mu Xing's eyes hurt from the sight in front of him. He ran over in panic and knelt down in front of the bed. He grabbed the woman's wrist and checked her pulse. His fingertips couldn't stop trembling.

Yu Rong was already dying. When she heard Mu Xing's voice, she managed to regain her last bit of consciousness and opened her eyes, "That brat Xiaoyi is disobedient. Why did I call you here anyway?"

"Fat Aunt, please stop talking. I'll give you the acupuncture."

Mu Xing held back the tears welling up in her eyes and took out the silver needle. Yu Rong held her hand and shook her head with a smile, "It's useless. I'm also a doctor. I know better."

"No, no, I won't let anything happen to you!"

Mu Xing took out his hand and applied the acupuncture for her.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the rapid passage of his fragile life.

Yu Rong's breathing and pulse became weaker and weaker, and she could hardly feel it anymore. Mu Xing's whole heart seemed to be pinched hard by something, which made it difficult for her to breathe, and tears fell unconsciously from her eyes.

"Don't cry...little stupid girl, for a person like me, death is not a pity, and I don't deserve a drop of your tears..."

Yu Rong raised her hand with difficulty and wiped Mu Xing's tears, "Don't investigate or avenge me. I just hope you and Xiaoyi are safe. Promise me..."

"I promise, I promise you anything, Fat Aunt, I beg you, hold on..."

Mu Xing choked and begged, applying more force to the acupuncture with her hand, "I have lost my master, I can't live without you anymore, Fat Aunt, don't leave me..."

"Little stupid girl... I'm sorry..."

Yu Rong said intermittently, her voice as smooth as a silk thread: "After I die, bury me in the yard outside. From the mountain, I can just...see..."

As the last note fell, the bloody hand that was wiping Mu Xing's tears suddenly fell from the air and fell on the edge of the bed. The crystal teardrops hanging on the fingertips fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

It was as if all the senses were taken away, and the scene in front of him became silent at this moment.

Mu Xing remained motionless for a few minutes, then stubbornly continued to administer the acupuncture. It was not until Yu Rong's body became cold and stiff that she stopped. She held Yu Rong's hand with trembling hands, lowered her head and buried her face in her cold palm.

The lights in the room were dim, and her thin shoulders could not stop shaking. Her whole body seemed to be trapped in a crumbling shadow, revealing silent grief...

Yuntuo, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw Mu Xing's appearance. He sent a message to Master Fu with a calm expression to report the situation.

When Fu Lingxiao received the news and hurried over, Mu Xing was digging a hole in the yard in front of the house. His expression was calm, and there was no trace of grief. Only his lowered eyes were deeply red.

Fu Lingxiao frowned and walked over to hold her hand.

Mu Xing was startled for a moment, without looking up at him, but gently pushed his hand away and continued digging the pit.

Fu Lingxiao's thin lips trembled slightly and her Adam's apple rolled, but she didn't say anything. She quietly went to get a shovel and helped her dig together.

After digging a deep hole, Mu Xing turned around and entered the house, closing the door.

An hour later, the door was reopened.

Mu Xing slowly walked over holding the woman who had been dead for a long time. She had obviously tidied up the woman carefully. The blood on her face and hands was wiped clean, and her clothes were changed into clean ones.

Mu Xing gently put her into the pit, took out a white handkerchief, and covered her face.

He picked up the soil with both hands and sprinkled it on her little by little.

The deep pit was slowly filled up, and the grave was erected. Mu Xing's hands were dripping with blood, but he didn't realize it, and he knelt in front of the grave with red eyes.

Fu Lingxiao stood quietly behind Mu Xing, staring at her with lowered eyes. His eyes were full of love, but he couldn't open his mouth to comfort her. He knew that Xing'er regarded Yu Rong as his mother, which was why he never killed Yu Rong.

The night receded unconsciously, and the sky gradually became brighter.

The girl kneeling in front of the grave blinked slightly, stood up, got in the car and left without saying a word.

Fu Lingxiao immediately got into another car and followed closely behind.

Shortly after they left, a car drove up at high speed and parked outside the mud house.

Zuo Zhiyi got out of the car eagerly and saw the newly erected grave in the yard. He clenched his hands hanging on his sides tightly, walked over and knelt in front of the grave with a "pop" sound.

"Mom, Xiaoyi is late."

In fact, the woman he had called his mother for more than ten years was only ten years older than him.

At first, he was the lowest experimental subject in the laboratory, and she was the researcher who injected him with drugs every day.

Until that time when she defected, in his desperate eyes, she risked her life and returned, holding him in her arms to escape from the dark cage.

Later, they came to Qingyun Mountain, she transformed into a country woman, and he became her dependent son.

The mother-son relationship between them is fake, but the twelve-year relationship is not fake.

"Mom, I forgive Xiaoyi for not listening to you this time. I will definitely kill him with my own hands and avenge you!"

Zuo Zhiyi held back tears, kowtowed three times, stood up and left.

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Fu Lingxiao followed Mu Xing back to the manor and came to the office of the medical building.

He watched her take out the medical kit and clean the broken wound on her finger, calmly as if nothing had happened, but the more she acted like this, the more worried he became.

He knew how sad she was now, and he would rather she cry and make a fuss, even if it made the whole world turn upside down, than hold it in like this.

Fu Lingxiao felt pain in his chest. He walked up to Mu Xing, carefully held her hands, pursed his thin lips, and called her softly with determination: "Xing'er..."

Mu Xing's long eyelashes trembled and she raised her head in confusion.

She obviously had good control, but when her eyes met the man's loving eyes, her tears suddenly lost control without any warning, and fell down in large drops.

She looked at him with her red eyes open, her eyelashes were wet with tears and stuck in clusters, like a weak and beautiful lonely bird whose wings were wet by a heavy rain.

He is obviously so fragile and helpless, but he still insists on holding on, so stubborn that it is heartbreaking.

Fu Lingxiao leaned over and took her into his arms and hugged her tightly, caressing the back of her head with his big hands, "Baby, I'm here, you can cry if you want, whatever you want, okay?"

"Uncle..."

Mu Xing could no longer pretend, burying her face deeply into the man's chest and crying bitterly.