Strong love

Yi Jingran focused his attention on Chili: "We have to speed up, otherwise the matter will develop to an unimaginable level. You go back and tell Ximo about it, and I will go and find out."

Chili nodded calmly, and when Yi Jingran's words fell, Chili couldn't wait to run to Xi's house.

Seeing that Chili had rushed back to Xi's house, Yi ran to go about his own business in a hurry, and as soon as he turned around, he slipped into a pawn shop.

Xi Mo stared at the secret report in his hand with a solemn expression, a trace of viciousness flashed across his handsome face, he pinched his fingers, and a cluster of flames burned the secret report on his fingers.

"As the saying goes, 'the first strike is the best', should I do it first?" Just as Ximo was still hesitating whether to do it first, a slender figure broke into Ximo's sight, and Ximo's dark pupils froze. Bright, then dark again, resisting the urge to hold him in his arms, watching him rushing in front of her.

When Chi Li saw Xi Mo, whom he hadn't seen for a while, his heart felt as if three autumns had passed, he almost rushed back, one was because of the crisis of Xi's family, and the other was because of the people he missed.

Chi Li ran into Xi Mo's arms without hesitation, hugged Xi Mo's thin waist tightly with his small hands, buried his small face in Xi Mo's arms, breathed lightly, and a familiar smell rushed into him instantly. In his nose, in his lungs, in his heart, he felt at ease, and when he thought that he was almost violated by Huang Chongwen, he felt scared for a while. If Yi hadn't arrived in time, he didn't know how he would face Ximo.

"What's wrong with Ah Li? How old is he and he threw himself into the arms of the eldest brother, and we can't do this in the future." With a cold voice, Xi Mo pulled Chili out of his arms, and tightly clenched his loose hands in his sleeves .

Chili looked at Ximo in surprise, and after seeing Ximo's calm eyes, his whole body became dull, but remembering his mission, Chili still cheered up: "Brother, the Huang family may be bad for us."

"I know all about this, you go down to rest first." Xi Mo naturally knew what Chili was going to say, so she asked him to go down to rest immediately, seeing how panting he was, he must have come running.

Chi Li opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but after seeing Xi Mo's lightly closed eyes, he still didn't express his doubts.

Chili waited until it was dark but didn't wait for Ximo, his eyes were sore, tears welled up in his eyes, Chili lay on the bedding, let the tears wet the bedding, his heart throbbed every time, every time he took a breath, he felt like he was about to suffocate same.

Ximo stood quietly by Chili's window, Chili's suppressed cries came into his ears, Ximo's black pupils stared at the window tightly, and he walked away slowly until it was almost dawn, dew dripped Wet his gorgeous clothes, but how can these compare with his A Li.

"Patriarch, the Patriarch of the Huang family has sent someone here." As soon as Xi Mo arrived at the study, the servants informed him that the Huang family was visiting.

"It's so fast, hehe, I want to see how long you can jump, Ye Yu, you go to entertain the guests first, and I'll be there later." Xi Mo didn't even look at the flattering Ye Yu, turned and left the study.

Ye Yu gritted his teeth and looked at Xi Mo's leaving back, clutching the door frame tightly with his small hands, his expression distorted: "You will be mine sooner or later." After finishing speaking, he could only go to the lobby reluctantly.

As soon as Xi Mo, who had changed her clothes, stepped into the lobby, she saw the messenger who had been waiting for a long time. She sat calmly on her seat and looked lazily at the person who came: "What is the business of Patriarch Huang sending you here?"

The visitor didn't look up, and replied in a muffled voice: "Patriarch invites Patriarch Xi to participate in the group arena held by the Huang family in three days' time?"

Xi Mo naturally thought that the Patriarch of the Huang family would use this method, but he didn't know how to compare, but it was just for him to practice his skills: "Oh? How is the comparison in this group arena?"

"In order to increase the excitement, the Patriarch decided to invite the heir of the Patriarch to participate in the competition. The winner will be determined in one game. The person who loses will be deprived of the Patriarch's position from then on, and the winning party will designate who the Patriarch will be."

Xi Mo narrowed her eyes slightly, wanting to stare at the person as if she was a prey, and then laughed loudly: "What if I don't agree?"

"You have to agree." The visitor answered Xi Mo's question in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, obviously well prepared.

"Oh?" Xi Mo propped his chin with one hand, and tapped the table with the tip of his other finger lightly, once and for all, powerful and full of murderous intent.

The visitor was startled by Xi Mo's gradually icy eyes: "Master Xi's younger brother is in our hands."

"My brother? Where did my brother come from? Could it be that the owner of the Huang family called him my brother as soon as he grabbed it on the street? What a joke!" Xi Mo looked at the person with disdain as if he had heard a big joke, and became even more lax Leaning lazily on the chair.

The visitor was not in a hurry, and slowly told Xi Mo the whole story: "Patriarch Xi doesn't have to be stubborn, he claims to be your younger brother, named Chili, about twelve or three, with black hair and a Zhang Qingcheng's face, are these the same as Patriarch Xi's younger brother?"

Ximo's pupils shrank sharply, and he picked up a cup of tea and sipped it lightly. He looked indifferent on the surface, but his hands trembled slightly: "Oh? You said he is just a plaything of mine. , you are still considered as treasures, I can have as many toys as I want, do you think this can scare me?"

The visitor obviously didn't expect Ximo to say such a thing, and he had nothing to say for a while.

Chili, who had just walked to the door, froze, and the feet he stepped out felt extremely heavy. At this moment, no sound from the outside world could reach his ears, and Ximo's words "he is just my plaything" echoed in his ears. That's all. Chili stared blankly at the front, the suffocation in his chest made him unable to breathe, suddenly his throat felt sweet, Chili quickly reached out his hand to cover his mouth, but blood still flowed from his fingers and dripped to the ground.

At this time, Huan'er happened to pass by Chili, saw Chili spitting blood, and was so frightened that he threw away the things in his hand, and ran to Chili: "Master, what's wrong with you, you are vomiting blood, wait for me to call Patriarch." Come here." As he spoke, he was about to break into the lobby.

Chi Li pulled her back and shook his head: "Brother is so busy, don't bother him. I just accidentally hurt him while practicing martial arts. It's nothing serious. Go and do your work."

Although Chili said this, Huan'er was still worried: "Is there really nothing wrong?"

"Of course, it's just a minor injury." Chili wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Huan'er with a smile.

Huan'er was fascinated by Chili's charming smile for a moment, and bid farewell to Chili without thinking too much, and went to busy with her own affairs.

Watching Huan'er leave Chili heaved a sigh of relief: "It's dangerous, it's dangerous." But thinking of Ximo's words, Chili became sad again: "No, I can't stay here anymore." Run to your own courtyard.