Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 140 The Sick Brother ([-])

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"An Mo," An Huaiyu threw off the quilt, grabbed An Mo's wrist and pulled him up forcefully, with a terrible low voice: "I seem to have indulged you too much."

The calmer the attitude, the more frightening it was, like the calm before the storm. If An Huaiyu had yelled loudly at this moment, An Mo might not have trembled so much. To be precise, this emotion still came from the original owner.

An Mo worked hard to calm down her breathing, trying to suppress her beating heart. However, anger is often an opportunity to speak out, and uncontrollable things will be out of control once they have a clue, so she heard her stern words: "An Huaiyu, you have the guts to kill me, you murderer!"

In an instant, not only An Huaiyu was furious, but An Mo himself was furious. The original owner, a fool, completely ruined the smooth road she had just laid!

An Huaiyu's hand pinching An Mo's wrist tightened more and more, and the bulging veins on the back of his hand showed how hard he was. An Mo seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking, but his body was completely out of control.

His arm shook twice, as if he was suppressing the overwhelming anger in his heart, and then his strength gradually loosened.An Huaiyu insisted on being rational and did not crush An Mo's bones. The words just now were like a fuse. Once the negative emotions accumulated in the past seven years broke out, his whole body was scorching hot, and his pupils were bloodshot.

An Mo said something similar seven years ago. He endured it for seven years, protected him for seven years, and even pampered him for seven years, but he didn't expect the result to be the same.

"If you're not Uncle An's child, I'll let you know right now, do I have any kind?" An Huaiyu's pupils stretched out, and he slammed close to An Mo's cheek, and stopped when the tip of his nose touched him. The last half sentence was squeezed out almost word by word.

His heart froze completely.

An Mo was so panicked. She was sure that the mission would never be completed if it continued like this. However, her body was still provoking An Huaiyu uncontrollably. Her eyes wanted to pop out. She was so angry that her original owner and the system were not together. Stop cursing.

The strong force forced his body to fly horizontally, An Mo was thrown away by An Huaiyu and finally regained control, and immediately took remedial measures: "Why do you have the face to call me uncle dad?! You think you saved me today Will I forgive you?!"

She spoke very fast, afraid that An Huaiyu would not give her time to get to the point: "I tell you a murderer, I am not afraid of death! You kind of killed my parents, but now you kill me too. ! You kill!"

An Mo seemed to have fallen into a state of madness. She was still sickly pale when she was still recovering from a serious illness. Only the fist that hit the ground just now was red and swollen. Her head shook wildly and caused dizziness after another, but her expression remained the same. ferocious.

The original owner was woven into the big net by An Qian from the very beginning. On the one hand, she told her that An Huaiyu was the enemy who killed her parents. The one who accepted was a slip of the tongue, and never mentioned it to An Huaiyu again.

And An Huaiyu also entered into a misunderstanding because of this: An Mo kept saying that the murderer hated his parents, but he thought it was the bloody road he led the gang for so many years. But desperately working hard, in the end, what he got in return was disgust and disgust.

The only thing An Mo can do now is to clear up the misunderstanding of the word "murderer".

In fact, she didn't want to mention this matter prematurely. The time is not yet ripe. An Huaiyu's affection for An Qian is still very high, which means that she will be unbelievable after the truth is revealed, especially now that she has not received An Huaiyu had a slight liking, not to mention trust.

The balance was overwhelmingly tilted, but she had no choice at the moment. The only thing she could pray for was for An Huaiyu's men to collect strong evidence to convince him.

After all, talking about this matter had an impact on An Huaiyu, it was no less than telling him that the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, which is against common sense.

"What did you say?" An Huaiyu was stunned for two seconds before digesting the contents of the few short sentences, then pulled An Mo up again with big strides, and asked coldly, "Say it again?"

An Mo sneered: "Hmph, you can say it several times." She took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly: "You are a murderer. You killed my parents. Now kill me too!"

"Who told you? Who told you these things?!" The existence of An Huai can be said to be An Huaiyu's reverse scale, who saved him from the fire and water and gave him heaven, but now some people say that he killed An Huai?

This is no longer unbelievable, unbelievable, or unreasonable. There is only one thought left in An Huaiyu's mind: to kill that person.

He is not a kind person, and the only little bit of tolerance is reserved for his sister.

"Why should I tell you? Didn't expect me to know this? Did you become angry when I exposed it?" An Mo suddenly laughed like a psychopath.

Of course she can't directly say An Qian's name, not only can't say it, but she has to help hide it...

An Huaiyu's thoughts became very clear in an instant, and he waited for the feverish state to pass, and then asked after calming down: "So seven years ago you pointed at me and told me to die because of this, right?"

"Yes! Why don't you die! Go to death! Go to death! Go to death..." An Mo was reminded like this, the past was hurriedly skipped, and the pain at the moment when she learned the truth was infinitely magnified, and she suddenly burst into tears Shouting and yelling, he hit An Huaiyu with all his strength, and gradually lost his strength after shouting and beating, and then fell into the opponent's arms crying.

An Mo's hands were really ruthless, and he hit An Huaiyu indiscriminately with palms and punches. The wound of An Huaiyu was split open, and the bandage was instantly stained with bright red, but he didn't seem to see or feel the pain, and hugged him wholeheartedly. An Mo, don't let anyone slip on the cold ground.

No wonder the little girl who was most attached to him suddenly hated him so much, no wonder she cursed herself, no matter what she did, she couldn't get back her sincerity, revenge for killing her father and mother...

An Huaiyu suddenly felt a little regretful that he didn't ask clearly the reason at the beginning, he just felt sad alone and then blindly endured it, wasting seven years of brother-sister relationship in vain.

An Mo twitched and nestled in An Huaiyu's arms, regained some strength and struggled to leave, muttering insistently: "Go away, don't touch me, you killed my parents and me I will never forgive you in this life, and I will never forgive you in the next life!"

This kind of mindless repetition of cruel words is most suitable for the original owner. An Mo devoted herself to playing the role of the mad victim, tears kept streaming down her cheeks, and the feeling of dizziness never stopped. A premonition of liberation.

Sure enough, within half a minute, An Mo's eyes darkened and passed out for the third time.

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