Jun Mohan lowered his head and looked at the small thing in Ye Xing's hand. It was a kitten the size of a palm, but it didn't look like an ordinary cat. His stunning eyes condensed into a deep dark light, and he opened his thin lips lightly, " Is this what it is?”
"Yes, obviously this is her last trick."
Jun Mohan's eyes deepened and he said calmly: "Keep it for further study."
"yes!"
Then, Jun Mohan walked into the room where Can Ling was imprisoned. Can Ling was surrounded by some instruments of torture, and she was hanging up and was already dying.
Jun Mohan said directly: "Cang Ling, a first-class dead soldier of the ancient Xiling family, even if you don't say anything, I still know your identity."
Can Ling raised her head in shock, widened her eyes, and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. Who is he? Why she is so capable refreshed her understanding again and again.
A dangerous cold light flashed across Jun Mohan's eyes, and he spoke lazily and casually, "Do you feel that the secrets of the ancient family should not be discovered?"
"Who are you? How do you know about the Xiling family?"
Jun Mohan opened his thin lips lightly, and said coldly and charmingly, "You are not qualified to know that you have hurt my most important person, and neither you nor the Xiling family can escape alone!"
Can Ling said arrogantly: "No matter how powerful you are, you can't compete with the powerful Xiling family."
Jun Mohan's thin lips curved up in a charming arc, and he smiled, "You are really overestimating your abilities! My purpose of keeping you is just to draw out your last card, that little animal. I will study it. If it is useful, keep it. If it is useless, I will keep it." If so, cook it, and you will live to the limit of my tolerance."
Jun Mohan's words had already pronounced Cang Ling's death.
Cang Ling's face became distorted and she made strange sounds from her mouth, but no matter how loud the sounds were, there was still no response or sound.
Can Ling realized that the man in front of her might be really powerful, "You... you... I can't die. How did you know my identity? Don't you know the identity of the woman you saved? Let me go, I Tell you… "
"It doesn't matter what her identity is. She is just my wife. After you die, no one will know her identity."
Can Ling suddenly laughed, "You... you thought you could protect her, ha..."
Jun Mohan squinted at Can Ling and said to the people around him: "Do it!"
"yes!"
When Jun Mohan walked out of the room, Cang Ling was killed. Her eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe that the man let someone kill her so calmly.
She hasn't finished speaking yet!
…
When Jun Mohan returned home, it was already past one in the morning.
When he entered the house, a small light in the hallway was still on, and his little wife was asleep on the sofa, still holding the remote control in her hand, and the TV was still on.
Jun Mohan watched, and his heart skipped a beat. He walked over and knelt down gently, looking at her tired sleeping face, and sighed.
This silly girl left a note for her and asked her to sleep first, but she waited here.
Jun Mohan gently took the remote control out of Feng Sujin's hand, turned off the TV, and then gently picked her up and planned to take her back to the bedroom.
Feng Sujin felt a familiar breath, she was waiting for Jun Mohan, and she didn't sleep very deeply, so she woke up now.
Feng Sujin rubbed her eyes, "Mo Han? Are you back?"
Jun Mohan lowered his head and kissed Feng Sujin's eyes, "Well, I'm back, idiot. Didn't I tell you to go to bed early?"
"I can't sleep alone, I want to wait for you."
Jun Mohan's heart seemed to be hit by these words, it was incredibly soft, and there was a surge of warmth, "Good boy, go to sleep, I'm back."