Six years of family affection has been wasted. Don't regret it if you dare.

The two of them were in a state of panic, and the two were in a state of panic.

In Shangjing City, in a lakeside villa, Zhao Qingyan was lying on the sofa leisurely playing with her mobile phone, while Wenren Muyue was sitting quietly beside Zhao Qingyan as if she was asleep.

"Sister Yan, let's go?" Xiao Sang's voice came from outside the villa. Zhao Qingyan stood up quickly and hurriedly pulled Wenren Muyue away.

But at this moment, the door of the villa was heavily smashed open by a figure, and the figure fell directly in front of Zhao Qingyan.

Then Zhao Qingyan's face suddenly became anxious. It turned out to be Xiao Sang. Xiao Sang's face was pale, and his hand covered his chest. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Zhao Qingyan squatted down quickly, helped Xiao Sang up and asked with concern: "Xiao Sang, tell Sister Yan quickly, who beat you like this?"

Xiao Sang looked at Zhao Qingyan with a pale and anxious face, and hurriedly pushed Zhao Qingyan away with both hands, saying in panic: "Sister Yan, go quickly, it will be too late if it's too late."

Then Xiao Sang's chest rose and fell, and he could no longer suppress the severe pain in his abdomen, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Xiao Sang?" Just when Zhao Qingyan was panicking, a cold voice came in, "It's too late to leave now." Then a group of ten people walked in.

The leader was Li Hongtu, one of the three young masters in Beijing. Li Hongtu sat on the sofa with a big horse and a golden sword, followed by an old man in Tang suit. The old man looked kind, but Xiao Sang knew that this old man was not a good person, and his actions were dark and cruel.

Zhao Qingyan gently helped Xiao Sang to the sofa, then looked at Li Hongtu in front of him with a pair of cold eyes, and then asked in a cold and slightly warning tone: "You came uninvited and injured my little sister. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Li Hongtu laughed loudly when he heard it, and his laughter was arrogant and overbearing. Then he stood up suddenly and looked at Zhao Qingyan with two oppressive eyes.

"My fiancée, who was imprisoned here by you, you asked me for an explanation?" Then Li Hongtu took a big step forward, and the distance of five or six meters was directly ignored by Li Hongtu.

Then Li Hongtu grabbed Zhao Qingyan's slender neck with his big hand, and then gently lifted Zhao Qingyan into the air.

"I heard that you are Ye Mo's woman, beg me, beg me to let you go?" Li Hongtu's smile on his face became more arrogant and more presumptuous.

"You, are you dreaming?" Zhao Qingyan was obviously already out of breath, but who was Zhao Qingyan? This man called Li Hongtu was obviously going to use her to humiliate Ye Mo. As Ye Mo's woman, Zhao Qingyan knew that she could not beg for mercy no matter what, because then she would never have the chance to stay with Ye Mo again.

"I didn't realize that you are so sharp-tongued?" Li Hongtu said as he touched Zhao Qingyan's face with his other hand. Zhao Qingyan was panicked. Zhao Qingyan was not afraid of death, but was afraid of insults. For a moment, her eyes were horrified and she was in great panic.

"You bastard, you insulted my lady. I will fight you." Xiao Sang, who had already been seriously injured, jumped up and reached out with a cloud dragon to grab Li Hongtu's neck.

The old man in Tang suit, who had been watching coldly from a distance, narrowed his eyes, shook his shoulders, and came to Xiao Sang in an instant. Then he reached out with one hand, and Xiao Sang felt a trance, as if his mind was pulled by something.

But just as Xiao Sang was stunned, the old man in Tang suit had already grabbed Xiao Sang's outstretched arm with his big hand, and then the old man shook it casually, and Xiao Sang was thrown out like a sandbag, and fell directly through the gate into the villa courtyard. From beginning to end, Xiao Sang didn't even have a chance to make a sound, and he fainted directly.

Even if Xiao Sang used self-mutilation, she couldn't stop Li Hongtu's big hand from falling. Zhao Qingyan's eyes were filled with tears, her mouth opened, and she bit down hard on her tongue.

Li Hongtu never dreamed that he just touched Zhao Qingyan's face, and Zhao Qingyan was going to bite her tongue to commit suicide. This scared Li Hongtu, and then he used his fingers to pinch Zhao Qingyan directly, and then Zhao Qingyan's body fell softly on the sofa.

Li Hongtu couldn't help but feel envious. If he could have such a confidante, it would be enough for his life. Then his eyes became fierce and he resented Ye Mo again. You already have such a confidante, why do you want to snatch Wenren Muyue from me? Why?

"Take her away for me?" Then the two bodyguards stepped forward, gently picked up Zhao Qingyan, and walked out of the villa.

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Only then did Li Hongtu look at Zhao Qingyan who had been sitting on the sofa. His eyes were empty and lifeless, without even a trace of emotion. If he hadn't seen Zhao Qingyan breathing and having a heartbeat, Li Hongtu would have thought that Wenren Muyue was possessed by a ghost.

"Mr. Jiang, what's this?" Li Hongtu hurriedly asked the old man in Tang suit who followed him.

In fact, Jiang Lao also looked at Wenren Muyue for a long time. Although he was not sure, he still said slowly: "Miss Muyue should have been infected with some kind of mind-controlling magic, such as the Soul-Destroying Curse of Tianshi Dao, the Soul-Locking Spell of Yin Gui Zong, and the Soul-Controlling Spell of Myanmar Electric Old Witch Cult. There are actually many similar magics, but the most powerful and domineering one is the Soul-Losing Spell under Fuso Shikigami, because those who are infected must go to Fuso Jingguo Temple to remove the curse." |

"But Miss Muyue was infected with that kind of magic. Forgive Jiang's poor eyesight and can't tell it. But my eldest brother has been practicing Taoism all his life and has reached the peak of Taoism. I think there must be a way to save her."

When Li Hongtu heard this, he didn't expect Ye Mo to be so cruel. In order to keep Wenren Muyue by his side, he didn't hesitate to use such dirty means. Fortunately, Jiang Lao's eldest brother is a cultivator, and he is also a master of magic at the peak of Taoism.

Thinking of this, his frown slowly relaxed, and he politely thanked Jiang Lao: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Jiang Lao."

"Mr. Li is too polite. As a worshiper of the Li family, this is what I should do."

Then Li Hongtu gently took Wenren Muyue's hand, cared for her, and finally took Jiang Lao and others and walked out of the villa.

After leaving Wu's Film and Television, Ye Mo did not go to Wyndham, but followed Liu Shengqingzi directly back to the Black Dragon Club.

Ye Mo lay on the boss chair, slowly playing with a red dagger in his hand, while Liu Shengqingzi stood behind Ye Mo and gently rubbed his shoulders.

"Master, you have been looking at this dagger for an hour. Is there anything special about it?" This dagger has been worshipped in the Tianlong Club for many years. It is usually placed in the shrine. According to Liu Shengqingzi, there is nothing special about it. If there is anything special, it seems to be the owner of the dagger, which seems to be left by the ancestors of the Black Dragon Club.

"You are short-sighted. How do you know the power of my Great Xia's sacred object?" Ye Mo said indifferently.

"Isn't this our Fusang's thing? How did it become the Great Xia's sacred object?" It's not that Yagyu Haruko has any good feelings towards the country of Fusang, but Yagyu Haruko knows that this thing has been worshipped in the shrine for at least a hundred years.

"How can a small country like Fusang be worthy of possessing my Great Xia's sacred object? They are just a group of small people."

But at this moment, a flash of blood flashed out from the dagger, and then the dagger instantly soared into the air, instantly emitting rolling blood and filling the entire room instantly.

Wherever the blood passed, it instantly turned into a Shura blood sea, as if it was swallowing up all the air. For a moment, Yagyu Haruko's eyes flashed a trace of bright red, and she knelt directly in front of the dagger, like a crazy believer worshiping her own god.

Ye Mo frowned and said lightly: "I didn't expect that you, an old ghost, still have a residual soul in it?"