Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Early the next morning.

After breakfast, Mu Xing flew the helicopter to Qingyun Mountain alone.

Fu Lingxiao stood on the tarmac, looking at the helicopter in the distance with deep eyes, and asked Yuntuo beside him: "Have everything been arranged?"

"It's all arranged."

After receiving the news from Mr. Fu in the early morning, Yuntuo immediately made arrangements. "We will be tracking the entire journey from the manor to Qingyun Mountain. The entire Qingyun Mountain and surrounding areas are also under surveillance. Miss Mu Xing is absolutely safe."

Fu Lingxiao gave a faint expression of gratitude.

Yuntuo finally had the opportunity to talk to Master Fu alone, and hurriedly whispered: "Master Fu, Qiao Daishan is still being detained on the island. He has woken up, but his condition is very strange. There is no reaction, and he seems to be unconscious."

Fu Lingxiao's eyes were deep, he pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then said: "You go with Situ Xun and secretly escort him back to Canglong. The fourth person cannot know about this. As for the people stationed on the island, you know how to deal with it."

Yuntuo frowned and couldn't bear it, but he knew he had to do this.

Qiao Daishan is not only the leader of the world's number one secret door, but also has many other identities. If the news that he is still alive is accidentally leaked, there will definitely be another uproar.

No one wants to see the scene of corpses lying thousands of miles away and rivers of blood flowing.

In response, Yun Tuo respectfully stepped down and contacted Situ Xun to go to Wuyou Island.

Fu Lingxiao turned around and got on another helicopter and headed in the direction where Mu Xing left.

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Qingyun Mountain.

In early spring in March, when the seasons are changing, the trees on the mountains are still bare, with only a little green dotted on the branches.

The stone house is located alone in the desolate mountains, with a thick layer of dead leaves falling on the open space at the door.

A desolate scene came into view.

Mu Xing drove the helicopter over the mountains and slowly landed in the open space in front of the stone house.

The wind brought by the propeller caused the fallen leaves on the ground to fly messily.

Mu Xing got off the helicopter and walked to the door of the stone house, walking on the yellow leaves swirling all over the ground.

There was a lock on the door, but it was not locked. She reached out and pushed it open gently.

In the past, every time she came back from the mountains, Old Man Qiao would come up to her and call her with a smile: "The girl is back!"

How she hoped it would be the same this time.

But when she opened the door, she was greeted only by the cold air and the distant past.

Old man Qiao is seen in every scene.

Standing in front of the stove to cook, sitting at the table reading medical books, lying on the recliner and taking a nap, grabbing her pigtails and instructing her to work, he was always dressed in blue-gray cloth, and his feet were wearing a pair of shoes that were worn until only a thin layer was left. Thin layer of rag shoes...

With uncontrollable moisture in his eyes, Mu Xing took a deep breath, walked into Old Man Qiao's room, opened the closet and took out a set of his clothes, then went to the place where the tools were placed to get a shovel, and came to the stone house.

On the bare branches of the pomegranate tree, there were two dry pomegranates hanging.

This pomegranate tree was planted by Old Man Qiao in the second year they lived in Qingyun Mountain.

Every year when the pomegranate flowers bloomed, Mu Xing began to look forward to the fruit. However, she could not eat the pomegranate until she left Qingyun Mountain.

Unexpectedly, it has now borne fruit.

Mu Xing dug a deep hole under the pomegranate tree with a shovel, folded Old Qiao's clothes and put them in. Then he took out the jade pendant from his windbreaker pocket, put it on his clothes, filled the hole back in, and erected a wooden monument.

After standing in front of the tomb for a long time, when he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that his eyes were moist. Mu Xing blinked his sour eyes, slowly raised his hand, plucked two pomegranates from the tree, placed one in front of the tomb, and turned around to leave. .

After leaving Qingyun Mountain, Mu Xing did not return to the manor, but went to Changyu Cemetery.

"Daddy, Mommy, Xing'er is here to see you."

"The truth of that year has come to light, and my uncle has avenged you. You can rest in peace."

Mu Xing knelt in front of his father and mother's grave, kowtowed heavily, and said, "There is another person..."

"He was one of the perpetrators of the Mu family back then, but he was also the one who raised me and gave me a second life. I know I should hate him, but... I can't forget how good he was to me... …”

"Daddy, Mommy, I am not qualified to forgive him for you, but I can not hate him..."

Mu Xing lowered his head and asked in a choked voice, his tone struggling with pain.

Qiao Daishan was like a knife, soft and sharp, quenched with honey and poison and pierced her heart. She couldn't pull it out, so she could only wrap the pain in her heart until it fester...

A tall figure gradually approached with steady steps, came to her side, knelt down on one knee, put his broad and warm palm on the back of her head, and rubbed it gently.

Mu Xing looked sideways, and the man's handsome face was reflected in her hazy tearful eyes, "Little uncle..."

Fu Lingxiao's expression was solemn, but the eyes he looked at her were extremely gentle and full of love, "Since it's so painful, just let it go. I believe they don't want you to live in hatred all your life."

"Is it really possible?"

The girl's eyes were shining with wetness, entangled with pleading.

Like a person drowning in the deep sea, he is in urgent need of rescue.

Family feud is easy to avenge, but teacher's kindness is easy to understand...

Fu Lingxiao understood all her struggle and pain, and his heart couldn't help but ache with her, and he was even more sure that it was right to conceal Qiao Daishan's rebirth from her.

He moved his big hand to her cheek, wiped away the tears hanging at the end of her eyes with his fingertips, and gave her an affirmative answer: "Well, you living happily is the best comfort to them."

There were a few tears in Mu Xing's eyes, and she nodded gently.

"Okay, it's all over, don't be sad anymore."

Fu Lingxiao comforted her softly, holding Mu Xing's cold little hand, "It's time for me to get to know your parents."

As he spoke, he knelt down beside her, facing the tombstone, and said solemnly:

"Uncle and aunt, I am Xing'er's boyfriend. My name is Fu Lingxiao. Thank you for raising such a good Xing'er. I will compensate her thousands of times for the love you did not have time to give her. I will spend my whole life Fulfill my promise today, please feel free to leave her to me."

A man with few words made the most sincere vows in front of his grave.

Every word is more important than his life.

Wisps of breeze blew by her ears. Mu Xing firmly held the man's hand back and looked at the corners of his lips, "My daddy and mommy said, okay."

Coming out of the cemetery, Fu Lingxiao turned Mu Xing onto the helicopter he drove over.

He sat on the seat in the cockpit, holding the joystick with his bony fingers, and asked her: "Where else do you want to go, baby? I'll take you there."

Mu Xing pouted slightly, pretending to be displeased, "I agreed that I would be alone today, but you still follow me secretly and don't keep your words."

Fu Lingxiao hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry Xing'er, I want to give you private space, but when I can't see you, I can't help but feel worried."

He still couldn't get over the dark pain of those three years of separation, and suffered in fear for more than a year.

He was so afraid of losing her that he wanted to embed her into his body so that she could never leave him again.

The man's tone was urgent, as if he was afraid that she would be angry, and his usually calm expression became panicked.

Inexplicably, a little cute?

Mu Xing couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, "Then will you follow me wherever I go from now on?"

Fu Lingxiao nodded, "So far, that's the case."

Mu Xing suddenly stopped talking. She looked at him seriously with a pair of beautiful eyes. Her gaze traced his exquisite three-dimensional facial features. Finally, she looked into his deep eyes. She smiled slightly and said, "Uncle, let's get married."