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Everyone in the audience was shocked.

Leng Beichen is lawless.

"Isn't Mo Yan the ex-wife of President Leng? Is it true that the rumor that President Leng was abandoned?"

"Young Master Su, let Mo Yan come out quickly, don't mess with him anymore." People who knew something about the inside story tried to persuade Su Haoran one after another.

"Leng Beichen, you will regret it. If you kill anyone, you can't kill the little girl. If you have the guts, come and kill me!" Su Haoran tore his heart and lungs, his eyes cracked.

He promised Mo Yan that he would keep the secret, but now that the little girl's life is at stake, should he tell the truth?
"Stop scaring me, crush a little ant to death, what can I regret?"

Leng Beichen raised his arm, lifting the little girl even higher.

The little girl was not afraid, she stared at Leng Siyan closely, and persuaded her with a baby voice,

"Mum, Uncle Cool is a bad guy, come back, I will treat you well."

Leng Siyan clenched her fists tightly, it turned out that the child belonged to Mo Yan!

She disappeared for two years, why did she create another child to torture Leng Beichen?
Leng Beichen kept himself as busy as a spinning top every day, and didn't give himself a little rest time, just to forget Mo Yan.

He finally let go of it gradually, but he didn't expect that all his hard work would be instantly disrupted by this child.

For Mo Yan, he gave up all his previous efforts and completely lost his mind!

Leng Siyan was mad, and Leng Beichen wanted to kill people openly in front of so many people, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Brother Beichen, put it down, please." She rushed to Leng Beichen, earnestly speaking.

While persuading Leng Siyan, she tried to pick up the little girl from Leng Beichen's hand,
"I'm not your mommy, you go away, don't pester us anymore, let's live a few days of peace..."

The little girl pursed her mouth, and burst into tears with a "wow".

No matter how Leng Beichen frightened her, she was not afraid, but she was sad that the "mummy" she wanted so hard didn't want her.

With a "creak", the door of the banquet hall was pushed open.

Under the dim light and shadow, a slender figure appeared, casting a long shadow on the ground.

The woman's back was in the light, and everyone couldn't see her appearance clearly. They could only see that she was holding a box in her hand.

Leng Beichen's eyes were filled with a sharp and icy chill, which was so cold that it was frighteningly cold.
"Mo Yan, are you willing to come?"

Su Haoran and He Qiushan suddenly turned around, Mo Yan?

Mo Yan used all his strength to save them.

She was not willing to really kill the baby, but just made a feint in front of Leng Beichen, causing herself to bleed a little, and tricked Leng Beichen.

Unexpectedly, this action of hers really aroused Leng Beichen's murderous intentions, and he was cruel to Su Haoran.

But they later found out that even in the extreme anger, Leng Beichen still showed mercy.

When he made a move, he temporarily lowered the strength of his palm, which prevented He Qiushan from dying suddenly on the spot.

But even though he was merciful, He Qiushan's veins were still broken...

After arduous treatment, He Qiushan gradually recovered, but Mo Yan was exhausted.

In order to give birth to the baby smoothly, she used thousand-year-old ginseng to continue her life, but the effect was limited.

When the baby was born, she was left with her last breath, lingering on her last breath.

Knowing that she would not live for a few more days, Mo Yan didn't want them to be sad for her, so she left quietly after leaving a suicide note to entrust the baby.

"I'm going to a place where no one is around, to enjoy that pure land, don't read it!"

Su Haoran and He Qiushan still remember the contents of her suicide note.

They have searched everywhere for the past year, but there is no whereabouts of her, and they all thought that she had already...

Unexpectedly, she is still alive?

"Mo Yan?" Su Haoran and He Qiushan were ecstatic.

The woman walked towards them slowly, slightly opened her lips,
"Mo Yan is dead. This is her urn. I have kept it for a year. It is time to return it to its original owner."

The air stood still for a moment.

The joy on the faces of Su Haoran and He Qiushan froze instantly, and the great grief swept over like huge waves.

In the woman's hand, on the gloomy wooden box was a photo of Mo Yan smiling.

"Mo Yan is dead? Heh!" Leng Beichen laughed bitterly, "I don't believe it! You are Mo Yan, turned into ashes, I can recognize it."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the box in the woman's hand because of the woman's words "urn". Hearing what Leng Beichen said, they quickly looked at the woman.

I saw her with gray hair and thin body, but the strange thing is, why is she wearing a veil?

Could it be that, as Leng Beichen said, she was Mo Yan in disguise?
"Mo Yan, you are good at disguise, you think that if you pretend to be an old woman, I will believe your nonsense?"

As soon as the words fell, Leng Beichen suddenly raised his palm.

The palm wind roared, and the veil on the woman's face was lifted and fell to the ground.

A wrinkled face appeared in front of everyone.

This is really a 80-[-]-year-old woman with a plain face.

Although her skin is fair and her facial features are correct, the wrinkles and eye bags at the corners of her eyes have already shown obvious signs, her face is slightly drooping, and her skin is obviously looser than that of young girls.

Su Haoran staggered forward, took the urn from the woman's hand with both hands, held it in his arms, with tears in the corners of his eyes,

"Thank you auntie for helping us keep it for a year, and I will give you all the storage fee."

The woman smiled faintly, "No need, it's a matter of little effort."

"Did she say anything?"

The woman shook her head, "Forgetting her is her greatest wish."

"Oh!" Leng Beichen sneered again and again, "Mo Yan, Su Haoran, it's too ridiculous for you to play such an old-fashioned drama in front of me!"

He clearly saw Mo Yan's shadow on her face.

Isn't it Yirong?Let her act now!
He sank into his dantian, and suddenly made a move.

A gust of wind blew up the entire banquet hall.

Everyone was blinded by the strong wind and turned around to protect themselves.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a sound of crackling cups and saucers colliding and falling to the ground in the banquet hall.

After a while, the gust of wind seemed to have weakened, and everyone turned their heads, exclaiming in surprise, extremely shocked.

All the wind power seemed to be concentrated on the old woman, and she was swept up by the strong wind and flew towards the main stage quickly.

"My God, is this a fairy flying in the sky?"

This kind of spectacular and peculiar scene has only been seen in TV dramas. How can it be done in reality?
The old woman didn't seem to have much panic or shock, she just silently covered her heart.

Leng Beichen slowly recovered his strength, and the old woman landed steadily in front of him, so close at hand.

His thin lips were tightly pursed, "There is no fear, it is because you have experienced it, Mo—Yan—"

He became more and more convinced that she was Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was beaten twice in the same way, and after the third time, she was naturally not as panicked as before.

After the old woman stood firm, she rubbed her heart and pulled her lips lightly,
"The heart of the elderly can't stand the toss and is afraid of heights. But life and death have been seen through."

"Still stubborn?" Leng Beichen suddenly reached out and grabbed her face, "Let you take off the human skin mask and show your original shape!"

Covering the old woman's small face with his powerful big palm, he sucked in suddenly, a look of surprise flashed in his deep black eyes.

How could this be?
He didn't catch anything, but touched the woman's loose and warm skin...