Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Yan Moyu had no expression on his face and ignored her. He only said: "Protect her."

Finished talking and left.

The door of the ancestral hall was opened and closed again, cutting off everything outside.

The frivolous expression on Mo Weiyu's face slowly disappeared. She glanced at the closed door and her eyes fell on the woman on the bench.

Under the dim candlelight, the woman lay quietly on the bench, and the exquisite pendant around her neck shone with beautiful fluorescence.

I once risked my life for this necklace, but now I easily take it off and put it on someone else's neck.

Yan Moyu, you are really hard to see through.

The breeze was swaying, and the bedroom in the main building of the manor was in a mess. Countless wine bottles and special toys were scattered on the floor. Several boys and girls were lying naked among them, with marks of different shades on their bodies.

There are whip marks, scratches, and even knife marks. Each one is dying. The strong smell of blood and alcohol in the air is mixed with a vague smell of lust. The various smells are mixed together to form a A weird smell, it smells disgusting.

Among the boys and girls in the place, only one was sitting on the sofa with a frantic and sinister look on his face. Although his clothes were a little ambiguously messy, except for his belt and trousers chain, which were untied, the rest were still intact.

"Dang...dang...dang..." The ten o'clock bell rang slowly, like an ancient death knell, deep and long, with a sad and solemn aftertaste.

On the sofa, Yan Ti slowly opened his eyes, his eyes sinister and dangerous, full of oppression.

He slowly stood up from the sofa and opened his hands.

The door to the room was pushed open, and the person who came in turned a blind eye to the naked boys and girls on the floor, and took off all the clothes on Yan Ti's body in an orderly manner.

After taking off his clothes, Yan Ti turned around and entered the bathroom. Only one girl followed him into the bathroom. The other people who came in quickly dragged the boys and girls on the floor out, cleaned the room, and left another man in the room. Then they all withdrew.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened, the man put on Yan Ti's clothes, and then retreated behind him without saying anything.

Yan Ti's face was expressionless. Even after taking a shower, he could not hide the smell of alcohol and a hint of lust that had just been vented.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes. He closed his eyes deeply and shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

After a moment, he said: "Let's go."

"Yes."

Yan Ti moved his steps and walked out of the room.

The night had gradually begun to darken, but the manor was brightly lit. From Yanti's room to the downstairs and then to the gate, countless male bodyguards and maids stood aside, forming a path from Yanti's master bedroom to the gate.

Yan Ti's figure appeared at the door of the bedroom, and countless bodyguards and servants felt nervous and bowed their heads.

"Da da da……"

Yan Ti walked past step by step, and the sound of slight footsteps was like a hammer hitting everyone's hearts, making people afraid to breathe.

It wasn't until Yan Ti's figure completely disappeared from the gate that everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"It was safe tonight." A maid whispered to the maid next to her.

The maid next to her took a look at the death knell that was hung in the center of the hall only today, and nodded with deep approval.

Some newcomers were puzzled: "Is today a special day? I think the atmosphere today is particularly serious."

"Today," the more senior servant said faintly, "is the devil's crazy day."

The newcomer immediately fell silent.

After a long time, another voice whispered: "The boss seems to be drunk. Should I prepare some sobering soup for him?"

"If you want to die, don't drag us with you." Another voice said.

The soft discussion gradually disappeared into the night.

Those who spoke had fallen down at some point, completely lifeless.

The blood flowed silently on the ground, which was extremely strange.

Yan Moyu was lying in the wing next to the ancestral hall, his eyes calm and leisurely. He looked at the roof, feeling surprisingly calm.

The door creaked and was pushed open hard, hitting the door wall with a loud bang.

coming.

As the messy footsteps approached, Yan Moyu slowly closed his eyes.

It wasn't until the strong smell of alcohol spread that he seemed to have just woken up. He turned to look sideways at the window and met Yan Ti, whose eyes were unclear.

He seemed to be startled, and sat up suddenly, looking at him with a wary expression, his brows furrowed, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yan Ti stood half-bent by the bed as if he was drunk. Two buttons of his shirt were loosened. For some reason, his tie was torn open and hung loosely around his neck. He raised his eyes and stared at Yan Moyu. The blurred eyes were cold and horrifying, and the rich smell of alcohol mixed with a hint of lust was so disgusting that it made Yan Moyu gag.

Yan Ti stared at him for a long time, shaking his head heavily as if he was unconscious. Under the dim candlelight, Yan Moyu's face was a little hazy.

"Xia'er," Yan Ti looked at Yan Moyu and said in a daze: "Have you come back to me?"

Yan Moyu frowned and didn't move. It wasn't until his hand touched his face that he jerked away.

Yan Ti suddenly grabbed Yan Moyu's collar violently: "Xia'er, you lied to me! Why would you rather die than stay by my side! I love you so much, love you so much, but you treat me like this! You Even if you die, you can never escape from me! Hahahahahahahaha, what a good death, such a good death..."

Crazy laughter echoed in the room, Yan Mo's eyes turned cold, and just as he was about to take action, the crazy smile on Yan Ti's face disappeared, and he turned to stare at him gloomily and violently.

Yan Moyu thought he was awake, but then he heard him say: "You should inherit her talent."

He paused and lowered the hand he had just raised.

"You look so much like her and have a similar temperament. Tell me, are you her reincarnation, huh?"

Yan Moyu: "..."

madman!

"definitely is!"

Yan Ti was decisive, and his voice suddenly softened: "Xia'er, don't run away, let me love you well, okay?"

Yan Ti lowered his head as he spoke, wanting to kiss her.

Yan Moyu's fist hit Yan Ti hard on the stomach and he took the opportunity to leave the bed.

As soon as he left the bed, Yan Ti calmed down and grabbed Yan Moyu's hand, trying to pull him back. Yan Moyu squeezed his hand and kicked Yan Ti with his legs.

Yan Ti had already sobered up by three points, but his reaction ability was still a little worse. He was kicked in the stomach again. The pain made him groan and spit out a mouthful of blood, with a few traces of blood on the corners of his mouth.

Yan Ti was a man who came out of the bloody sea of ​​​​corpse mountains. He had countless lives on his hands and his skills were extremely invincible. Even so, he did not faint. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Yan Moyu coldly. At this moment Already completely sober.