Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

He stood up, picked up the whistle and blew it, stood up and made a gesture. In an instant, hundreds of men in black rushed out and rushed into the Zhuo family courtyard.

"Rush." ​​The man in black said, rushing in with his brothers and breaking through the door.

Xiao Nan was lying on Ruoda's large classical bed. The housekeeper sat beside the bed, supporting him and saying, "Master, hold on, the young master will be here soon."

"Mo Han." Xiao Nan's voice trembled. He raised his eyes and looked out the door, his hands trembling as he raised his hands. When he heard the footsteps, he said excitedly: "Mo Han, it's Mo Han."

The door was kicked open, and it was empty outside except for the sound of the night wind.

Xiao Nan and the housekeeper looked up, and there was a faint sound coming from outside. Suddenly, all the lights in the Zhuo Family Courtyard went out, and the atmosphere became even weirder.

"Zhizhizhi." The voice came, Xiao Nan turned over, stretched his neck to look, but saw a black shadow coming, he was fully armed.

"Who are you?" Xiao Nan climbed up and watched this "mysterious" figure appear.

The man remained silent, strode to the bedside, looked down at Xiao Nan's figure, then looked at the housekeeper, and without saying a word, lifted the housekeeper up.

"Bang" the housekeeper was thrown out by him. Seeing this, Xiao Nan got up and tried to help the housekeeper.

"Cough, cough." Xiao Nan kept coughing, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He fell down and knelt on the ground, holding the bed with his hands, feeling miserable.

The haggard face, sallow skin, sunken eye frames, and every expression indicated that he was suffering from pain and suffering, and that life was worse than death.

"Haha." The man laughed wildly and reached out to take off the hat of the jumpsuit.

"Boom" The wind was blowing outside the window, thunder and lightning flashed, and the person's body was reflected through the window. Only his silhouette was visible...

"You, you." Xiao Nan stared at him with wide black eyes, looking at him in fear. He got up excitedly, stepped forward, but retreated and fell onto the bed.

The man approached Xiao Nan step by step, reached out and grabbed his collar and said, "Xiao Mohan plotted against me and made me lie in the strange poison. Life would be worse than death."

"Since he wants me to die, then I have to ask, Zhuo and Xiao, the three big families, to be buried with him! Haha." His voice was hoarse, like a demonic voice coming from hell.

Xiao Nan looked at him with an expression on his face, a familiar outline, and a handsome face. Although it had been disabled by the years, it was still unforgettable.

"A Chen." Xiao Nan reached out to touch his face, but he held his wrist and threw her hard on the bed.

"Bang" Xiao Nan's forehead hit the corner of the bed. The skin on his forehead was broken and blood oozed out. He struggled to get up, but he lay there panting.

Xiao Nan turned around silently, looked at the man, moved her lips, and said, "Mo Han, he..."

"Mo Han? Either ask him to hand over the antidote or you die." The man rushed forward and pinched Xiao Nan's neck. The bloody and violent revenge made him feel happy.

Xiao Nan squinted her eyes, looked at him and said, "Who are you?"

"What do you think?" The man asked Xiao Nan instead of answering.

The housekeeper got up, walked over, looked at him in surprise, and said, "Young Master?"

"He is not Ah Chen." At this time, someone walked in from outside the door, and Mrs. Xiao's figure appeared. Although she had been missing for several months, her face was still well-maintained, but her hair was gray, which gave her a lot of charm.

Mrs. Xiao walked in with long, steady steps, approaching step by step.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Xiao stepped forward and approached step by step.

The man's face was deathly gray, and he pinched Xiao Nan harder and harder. He threw him on the bed with all his strength, turned around and lifted Mrs. Xiao over.