In the room, a woman with her clothes disheveled, revealing her fair shoulders, was being pressed down by a man. The woman was struggling desperately, but how could she resist a man who was so tall for her
Mo Yu's eyes suddenly became bloodshot when he saw this scene. Mo Ran's voice asking for help kept lingering in his mind. He rushed forward and kicked the man out of the door with all his strength!
This time he finally caught up. His eyes couldn't help but warm up. Looking at that familiar face, he hugged Mo Ranran tightly and touched her messy hair. His mind couldn't control itself and he kept repeating word by word: "Ranran, don't be afraid. I am here. From now on, I will always protect you! I will always protect you! I will always protect you..."
Mo Ranran tightly grasped the hairpin in her hand. Ever since she was taken away by Wei Xiongfeng, she had already decided to die to prove her loyalty. She stared blankly at the person in front of her who was backlit, and asked uncertainly, "Brother?"
Mo Yu gently wiped away her tears, hugged her lightly, and nodded firmly: "It's me, your brother. I'm awake, and no one will bully you again!" This time, he saved the sister who was so good to him.
Mo Ranran's eyes were filled with tears. At this moment, she was no longer the young lady who supported the family alone. She was just a little girl who had just reached adulthood. She hugged Mo Yu tightly and sobbed aggrievedly: "Brother, you finally woke up. Do you know how scared I was? I was so scared..."
Mo Yu patted Mo Ranran gently.
Mo Ranran gradually stopped talking. Now he had calmed down and opened his big watery eyes: "Brother, let's go home. I want to go back!"
Mo Yu nodded gently and said, "Okay, you pack up first and we'll go back!" After that, he walked out of the room.
Mo Ranran looked at Mo Yu's departing figure with attachment and couldn't help pinching him. The pain instantly transmitted back to his brain. He touched his burning arm in a daze. It turned out to be true. His brother really saved him just now. He smiled foolishly.
Mo Yu walked out. It was unknown when Mo Bin led his men to wait for Mo Yu at the gate of the courtyard. Each of them had a coldness that came from fighting, and their spirits and energy had reached a new level. Since the death of the old marquis, they had never been so proud again, and they lived like grandsons every day.
Mo Yu was very satisfied with their state. He walked over to Wei Xiongfeng, who was tied up beside them, with a rag stuffed in his mouth. He was struggling and said, "Wei Xiongfeng, you are so brave to touch the people of Weiwuhou Mansion!"
Wei Xiongfeng's body had long been drained by the unrestrained day and night exercise. After struggling for a while, he gasped and said viciously: "Mo Yu, I will not let go of what happened today. You and the entire Marquis' Mansion can only wait for bad luck!"
Mo Yu had a smile on his face, but there was murderous intent in his eyes: "Just right, if you dare to kidnap the eldest lady of the Marquis's mansion, I will not let you go."
Mo Bin's eyes were fixed on Mo Yu. Even now, he still couldn't believe that the Marquis had woken up. Naturally, he saw the flash of murderous intent in Mo Yu's eyes. He stopped in front of Mo Yu and whispered, "Marquis, the Minister of War is nearly sixty years old this year, and Wei Xiongfeng is the only male in the Wei Mansion. If he is really killed, we may have a mortal enemy with the Wei Mansion. Please think twice!"