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Chapter No.16

Seeing Xu Minglang approaching, Xiao Mo felt disgusted, but he couldn't avoid it, so he simply turned his face away and looked at him not far away.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but I miss you so much!" Xu Minglang smiled, but his subordinates were secretly ruthless, seeing the pain gradually appearing on Xiao Mo's face before letting go.

"Falling into Claude's hands is your biggest mistake. When he comes to serve you in person, you will know what it means to regret. A person like him...is born to take pleasure in humiliating others..." Xu Minglang also showed timidity when he said this Claude's ruthlessness, he has experienced it firsthand, every time he gets close to Claude, it is like a nightmare, and he has been humiliated several times until he passed out, "Now let me practice with you, so as not to You can't bear it when it happens! Come, hang him up for me!"

"What are we going to play today?" Xu Minglang walked to the various torture instruments, excitedly imagining the scene of these cold and terrifying torture instruments being used on Xiao Mo, and carefully selected them with great interest.

"Xu Minglang, you only use these tricks, you can use whatever tricks you want, don't expect me to beg for mercy." Xiao Mo looked fearless.

"See how hard your mouth is! You probably haven't tried this before." Xu Minglang waved a hot red soldering iron in front of Xiao Mo, "Put it on the skin and it will melt your sebum in an instant. Gradually penetrate your flesh and make you feel like your body is starting to burn..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Minglang pressed the soldering iron heavily on Xiao Mo's chest. The moment the high-temperature soldering iron touched the flesh, there was a pungent burnt smell. Xiao Mo gritted his teeth, raised his neck in pain, and trembled, his body shattered. □□, "Ah... ah... you..."

"Is it comfortable?" Xu Minglang was even more excited by Xiao Mo's reaction, his subordinates continued to be fierce, and kept squeezing Xiao Mo's chest with a soldering iron, wishing to press Xiao Mo's body through.

"Ah...ah..." The burnt smell in the room was shocking, Xiao Mo felt a flame penetrate into his chest, swallowing his body bit by bit, stimulating the sensitive nerves in his body.

Xu Minglang looked at Xiao Mo who was gradually losing strength, let go of the soldering iron and threw it into the charcoal brazier. "I've never been so excited, I'm going to tear you apart bit by bit!"

Xiao Mo hangs weakly on the iron chain, seeing Xu Minglang approaching him again with a red-hot iron, he silently closes his eyes, and let Xu Minglang slaughter him in a slumped manner.

This time Xu Minglang chose his left abdomen, "Prick!" With a pungent burnt smell, Xiao Mo's body trembled violently again.As long as Xiao Mo passed out, Xu Minglang would order his subordinates to pour cold water on him to wake him up. He wanted Xiao Mo to be conscious and feel the pain, and he wanted to appreciate the struggle and sex.

"Without my permission, it's like killing him." The darkroom was opened with a squeak, and Claude, who had recovered from his injuries, finished dealing with the affairs at hand and learned that Xiao Mo had been tortured by Xu Minglang for many days, so he hurriedly Come over, "If this continues, he will really be killed by you. Don't forget that he is still useful."

Xiao Mo hangs his head hanging on the iron chain, the wound from the iron is black and festered, the wound on his right shoulder splits again during the struggle, and the gauze that was just wrapped is soaked in blood, and there is no trace of anger. .

"Understood, I didn't kill him." Although Xu Minglang was unwilling, he could only obey. After all, he was afraid of Claude.

Claude stepped forward to look at Xiao Mo's injury, felt Xiao Mo's breath, knowing that he was not dead, at least he was relieved, he turned around and ordered his subordinates: "Hurry up and call the doctor."

Xu Minglang stood aside angrily, watching a circle of medical staff working around Xiao Mo.

After the first aid, Xiao Mo gradually regained consciousness, he opened his eyes weakly, and immediately saw two faces that made him extremely disgusted, "Isn't it just death, it's no big deal, don't bother, I won't say anything ..."

"Go down, don't approach him without my permission." Claude signaled Xu Minglang to leave.

Despite all his reluctance, Xu Minglang slammed the door and left.

"Mr. Mo, I really don't want to kill you. As long as you cooperate with us to catch Nuoyan, I promise, I can give you more than Nuoyan." Claude raised Xiao Mo's chin slyly, salivating Staring at his delicate face.

"Heh..." Xiao Mo turned his head away, even the slightest touch caused him unspeakable pain, he closed his eyes and resisted with silence.

"You have no choice, I don't want to pity Nuo Yanhui!" Claude's subordinates forced Xiao Mo to look directly at him, "Heal his wounds and keep him under strict supervision!"

Claude took Xiao Mo to the Macau headquarters, and Xiao Mo's body gradually recovered, so it was even more difficult to take care of him.Claude tied his hands and feet, blindfolded him, and ordered someone to watch him all the time.

Xiao Mo has been missing for many days, Nuo Yan has already been so anxious that he is going crazy, wishing he could become a satellite and directly search for Xiao Mo's location, and finally found Xiao Mo's news, but was imprisoned in Macau by Claude.Claude has already said that if Xiao Mo wants to live, Nuo Yan will exchange Xiao Mo with himself, otherwise, Xiao Mo will die in three days.

"Claude..." Nuo Yan looked at the information handed over by his subordinates and fell into deep thought. Claude would not kill Xiao Mo. He had already seen what Claude meant for Xiao Mo. He surrendered Xiao Mo and got Xiao Mo is what Claude is interested in. If he doesn't go, Xiao Mo will not die, but he will disappear from his own world forever... Claude must not be allowed to get Xiao Mo, Nuo Yan decided to go to the appointment by himself.

Nuo Yan's private jet went straight to Macau. Claude led a group of people to escort Xiao Mo and waited for Nuo Yan to drive. To Claude's surprise, Nuo Yan really got off the plane alone, and there was only the pilot on the plane one person.I thought that there would be a sudden attack from the tiger away from the mountain, but I didn't expect Nuo Yan to come so calmly, which made Claude a little confused for a moment.

"Claude, let Xiao Mo go, I'll go with you." Nuo Yan walked into Claude. Although he went to the meeting alone, he didn't have a trace of fear, and he didn't lose the majesty of the underworld overlord.

"Nuoyan, can you really die for him?!" Xu Minglang who came with him couldn't believe it.

Nuo Yan glanced at him, too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"Patriarch Nuo is so courageous, I will let Xiao Mo go." Claude signaled his subordinates to push Xiao Mo over. Xiao Mo, who had just recovered from a serious injury, had a weak breath and his face was pale.

"You shouldn't come..." Xiao Mo moved his lips vigorously, and Nuo Yan read out his meaning.

"It's okay, I'll take you home." Nuoyan gave him a reassuring smile the moment the two met.

Xiao Mo was sent to the private jet behind him, and Nuo Yan was tied back by Claude's men. Xu Minglang pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at Nuo Yan's forehead, "Nuo Yan, I never thought I would have today, right?" , you will still die in my hands." Xu Minglang stuck to Nuoyan's ear, "When you die, I will catch Xiao Mo and slowly torture him for the rest of his life..."

"Hehe, it's up to you?" Nuo Yan's low-key and gorgeous voice lingered in Xu Minglang's ears.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and Xu Minglang fell down in response.

"How could it be..." At the last moment, Xu Minglang saw Nuoyan contemptuously despise him, as if he was staring at an ant.

"Bang! Bang!" There were several more gunshots, and the men who were holding Nuo Yan fell down.

So in this final battle, Nuoyan was actually desperate. A dozen killers quickly slid down from the helicopter flying in the air, and started a scuffle with the subordinates around Claude in an instant.At the same time, the machine guns on the helicopter quickly fired.

"Damn it, he actually used military industry!" The sudden reversal caught Claude by surprise, "I really underestimated him, he was able to use military industry in Macau... What a reckless lunatic..."

Under the cover of firepower, Nuo Yan rushed to the private plane, checked Xiao Mo's condition, drew out the gun under the seat, and entered the scuffle.

Casualties were heavy on both sides, Claude had the upper hand in numbers, Nuoyan's ammunition was gradually exhausted, and it gradually became two bosses and a few men fighting a protracted battle.But Claude is a local snake after all, and if this continues, the consequences will be unimaginable once reinforcements arrive.

Xiao Mo stood up and looked at everything outside the plane. He found the spare ammunition from the plane and tried to get off the plane to provide support for Nuoyan.

After the last round of confrontation, only Claude, Nuo Yan, who was covered in scars, and Xiao Mo, who was dying, were left.

Lisheng's Brother Tang has been killed by Xiao Mo, and Xu Minglang is also dead. As long as Claude is killed, all obstacles and threats will disappear. At this point, although there are many crises and difficulties, victory is imminent The joy of arrival made Nuoyan feel comfortable all over, and he couldn't feel the pain all over his body.

"You are indeed a formidable opponent." Claude clutched his wound, leaned against the corpse of one of his subordinates, and panted heavily, "But if Mo Shao was mine, today's situation would be different. You really have a good mate..."

"People like you are not worthy." Nuo Yan tried to stand up and looked down at his defeated opponent. He pointed his gun at Claude, ready to give him an understanding.

"It's a pity, ahem... I hope you can accompany me on the road..." Claude quietly took out a pen from the inside of his clothes, and with a smug smile, he pulled the lead of the pen.

"careful!"

"Xiao Mo!"

"Boom! Boom!"

.....

Nuo Yan felt that he was pushed away by a huge force, and then there was a loud noise that made him dizzy, he felt Xiao Mo rushing in front of him, and then there was a huge flame...

"Xiao Mo..." Nuo Yan rubbed his head, squeezed his eyes and tried to see the scene in front of him clearly.

"Xiao Mo! Xiao Mo!" Everything in front of his eyes gradually became clear, and fear struck him like an avalanche. Nuo Yan couldn't find Xiao Mo. He saw Claude's blackened corpse, and...

"Wake up! Don't scare me!" Claude tried to shake Xiao Mo's body, one of his legs was already bloody.

"Nuoyan...I'm so tired..." Xiao Mo weakly opened his eyes.

"I'll take you home, so you won't be tired when you get home, don't sleep! Hold on!" Nuo Yan tried hard to pick up Xiao Mo, but staggered and brought Xiao Mo down.

"I...I should go back...to Xiao's house..." Xiao Mo's breath became weaker and weaker, he only had the last bit of strength left, "I'm sorry for the Xiao family...I'm sorry for Xiao Feng...I'm sorry..."

"Stop talking..." Nuo Yan hugged Xiao Mo tightly in grief, trembling uncontrollably, "I shouldn't have forced you..."

"Nuo... Yan... I..."

Xiao Mo left, quietly left this world with the despair of being unloved...

Xiao Mo's funeral will be held three days later. He has no relatives or friends. The solemn mourning hall looks empty and desolate. Nuo Yan sits alone in the middle of the mourning hall, holding Xiao Mo's portrait in his arms. Only his low voice echoes in the whole mourning hall. A low sobbing sound.

"I'm sorry for you..."

"I killed you..."

"I was wrong…"

"Can you come back..."

In the end, I couldn't cry anymore...

The rain outside the window was pattering, Nuo Yan sat like this all night, and the rain fell like this all night.

The author has something to say:

☆, end

two years later...

Xiao Mo has been away for two years, Xu Minglang died, Li Sheng collapsed, and VIOS was forced to return to Europe.Nuo Yan destroyed those people who had hurt Xiao Mo little by little, and the days finally returned to peace.

The first ray of sunshine in spring brought up Nuo Yan, who had been sluggish for many days. On this day, Nuo Yan decided to go back to Hong Kong to have a look. He went back to the place where he once lived with Xiao Mo. He really regretted it. Xiao Mo went far away, there would be nothing later, there would be no tragic death of Xiao Mo, if he hadn't met Xiao Mo back then, maybe he would still be the young master of the Xiao family.

Walking on the road where Xiao Mo walked together in the past, everything has long been changed, so proud king, at this moment, there is only deep loneliness around him, and his accompanying subordinates follow him from a distance, not daring to disturb him.

Nuo Yan's vision gradually blurred, warm liquid slid across his cheeks, and in a trance, a reckless little boy bumped into his arms, Nuo Yan held him back in shock, and when he took a closer look, it was a 4,5 or [-]-year-old boy The boy's dirty little face was full of horror, and he was desperately trying to break free. Not far away, a group of vicious thugs were chasing this way. Seeing this, Nuo Yan seemed to understand, and he took the little boy to protect him.

"Who are you?" Nuo Yan narrowed his eyes and asked contemptuously.

The thugs knew from Nuo Yan's posture that he was not an ordinary person, but they thought that this brat would not have any backing, so they got angry and yelled at Nuo Yan: "This kid's parents owe us Brother Dong 20 in gambling debts. His parents were beaten to death by the side of the road a few days ago, we can only arrest him now!"

"What are you taking him back for?" Nuo Yan looked at the little boy carefully, then squatted down, and gently brushed the dust off his face.

"Catch...take it back...sell...sell..." The leader of the thugs held his head up, but his voice trembled uncontrollably. The person in front of him was not someone to be messed with at first glance.

Nuo Yan just put his hands in his hands and didn't move, but the arrogance in his eyes was intimidating, and the cold thugs hurt, and he didn't know how to advance or retreat.

"Su Hao, give them 20." Nuo Yan suddenly raised his voice to order the followers not far away.

"Yes, Brother Nuo." Su Hao took out 20 yuan from the carriage.

Nuo Yan took it and threw it on the thug, "Get lost!"

"Forget it...you're good." The money was in hand, and the thugs ran away in a hurry.

Seeing them walking away, Nuo Yan turned around and carefully looked at the child behind him. Although his appearance was dirty, he couldn't hide the cleanliness and brightness in his eyes.

"What's your name?" Nuo Yan gently stroked the little boy's cheek.

"Mo... Baimo..." The boy's voice was full of childishness, and his thin body trembled slightly.

Mo... Bai Mo...

Nuo Yan was taken aback, and stretched out his hand gently, "Xiao Mo, will you come with me?"

The 4-year-old was at a loss and stood there nervously, but he felt that Nuoyan was like a warm sun, so warm and bright that he couldn't help approaching, "Well..." He stretched out his little hand and grabbed Nuoyan's waist. big hand.

Nuo Yan clenched her hands tightly, her smile as gentle and handsome as a spring breeze.

"Xiaomo... let's go..."

"Um…"

Mo... I won't let go this time...

The author has something to say:

☆, written at the end

I have been wanting to write this novel for a long time, and I always feel that there are some things that have been suppressed in my heart for a long time. I am thinking about how to vent them out. Xiao Mo is my heart. Since I was 16 years old, "Mo" has taken root in my heart , what kind of emotion is this?I can't say it, I can't describe it, maybe some readers can feel it and resonate with me...

The article, which could have been completed in two months, dragged on to nearly two years, because too many things were delayed, and sometimes I couldn’t write anything when I was in the wrong state. Madman Yun wrote the article not to be famous, but just to express and find resonance.

After the deep-seated despair, he let go lightly, what kind of helplessness is this...

Finally, I would like to thank a few readers who have always supported me, good night.