Only when Chu Jin returns to the Zhao family can the Zhao family have hope of reviving.

Originally, I just came to see Zhao Yan today, but I didn’t expect to meet Chu Jin, which was an unexpected surprise.

At this time, Chu Jin was the only life-saving straw for Zhao Hai.

He placed all his hope on her.

"Mr. Zhao, I have made it clear. I have nothing to do with your Zhao family now. Please come back. You are not welcome here." Chu Jin directly reached out and made a call to expel the guest.

Zhao Hai sighed deeply, looking helpless, "A Jin, then I'll leave first. If you have time, remember to go home and take a look. The gate of the Zhao family will always be open for you."

Zhao Hai put himself in a very low position. He knew that some things should not be anxious and he should take it slowly. He would use family affection to influence Chu Jin.

"Young man, then I'll leave first." When I reached the door, Zhao Hai did not forget to say hello to Mo Zhixuan.

However, Mo Zhixuan ignored him, his expression was a little cold, and Zhao Hai's heart trembled and he left in a hurry, as if he would suffocate if he stayed here for a second more.

In a blink of an eye, in the silent ward, except for Zhao Yan lying on the bed, there were only Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin.

Mo Zhixuan stood by the window to answer the phone, while Chu Jin sat by the bed to apply acupuncture to Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan was in bed for a long time, and her blood was not circulating, and she had almost no temperature on her body. Using needles to transfer spiritual energy can relieve this symptom.

Although the two of them were busy with their own affairs, they got along very well and the atmosphere was not awkward at all.

The girl's needle-applying movements were very standard, flowing, and from a distance, there was a bit of agile martial arts aesthetics. The man standing by the window answering the phone unconsciously softened his original cold voice.

Mo Family.

In the study room.

Mo Qingyi's emotions gradually stabilized, but there were still tiny tears on her face. She also figured it out. No matter what, Mrs. Mo is her only mother. Whoever raises her young will be old.

For other irrelevant people, let them drift away with the wind.

Mrs. Mo thought for a long time and finally decided to tell Mo Qingyi the secret of the Mo family.

At the age of 18, it is time to stand alone.

Moreover, Mo Qingyi has chosen to stay, and from then on, she will be a member of the Mo family.

Mrs. Mo whirled down the flowers on the desk. A sneer suddenly came from the quiet space, like a heavy sound from the grinding of a stone.

There was an instant black hole on the originally flat and clean ground.

Looking down the entrance, you can see layers of steps, and half a piece of candles are burning around the wall.

Obviously, this is a basement.

An ancient and mysterious basement.

The dark entrance was so hard that I could not see what was inside.

It even aroused the curious nature of human beings.

Curious and frightened.

Mo Qingyi took a breath. She had lived in the Mo family for eighteen years. This was the first time she knew that there was such a place in the Mo family.

"Qingqing, come with me." Mrs. Mo slowly stood up, walked straight to the entrance of the basement, lifted her feet and disappeared on the ground.

Mo Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her senses and followed Mrs. Mo's footsteps.

Looking at the dark entrance and the hanging stairs, Mo Qingyi swallowed, "Mom, wait for me." If it weren't for Mrs. Mo's guidance in front, Mo Qingyi would definitely not have the courage to go on.

It's so scary, and I feel like I'm watching a thriller, just like there's something eating a man living under the ground.

Black always gives humans endless imagination.

Mo Qingyi carefully stretched out one foot, then the second foot until her entire body was in the entrance.

At this moment, a heavy sound came from the top of his head.

At the same time, a snow-white and soft light lit up in the originally dark passage.

Mo Qingyi looked up at her head with some confusion, but couldn't find any lamps. So, where did these lights come from?

The passage is very long and the kind that can't be seen at first sight, Mrs. Mo walked in front of her, and her back looked a little depressed and lonely.

Mo Qingyi temporarily let go of the doubts in her heart and followed Mrs. Mo tightly.

After walking for about ten minutes, after turning a corner, the two of them suddenly became clear. They walked into a stone house and stopped.

Mo Qingyi noticed that the walls of the stone house were carved with stone paintings, and rows of bright red flowers were planted under the corners of the wall.

There are flowers but no leaves.

There were scents of strange fragrance.

At first glance, it looks like a flowing river of blood, dazzling red and very eye-catching.

The walls are very delicately carved: Pangu creates the world, humans on the altar, different spatial dimensions, one world and four parts.

Looking back, it is the history of a family's changes, from decline to prosperity, from ordinary to noble, from secular world to superpower realm.

There is also the back of the slaughtering boy, and the scene of thousands of people cheering and shocking,

Suddenly the picture changed and turned into another scene. The young man who was regarded as a hero of the city massacre was suddenly isolated by the tribe. From the previous respect of thousands of people to the present despised ten thousand people, one after the other, two different situations, there was no explanation in the middle, as if it had become like this overnight.

No one knows what he gave birth to.

After the betrayal of the relatives, the teenager of the city finally chose to leave.

Crossing the Jade Belt River, you will reach a new world.

The figures of the three people gradually disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the city.

The mural ends here.

Mo Qingyi looked at the mural in front of her and felt shocked. She stretched out her white fingers to touch the mural. The cold touch at her fingertips was like touching the ice in the cold winter. At the same time, there were scenes of memories that did not belong to her in my mind. It was very magical to combine them with the murals on the wall.

After sorting out the memory clips in my mind, Mo Qingyi looked up at Mrs. Mo beside her with some confusion, "Which person is my brother?"

Mrs. Mo's expression was very heavy, as if she was trapped in some bad memory.

Hearing this, he just nodded slightly.

The young man who massacred the city is Mo Zhixuan.

A shock flashed in Mo Qingyi's eyes. It turned out that there was a second spatial dimension in the world.

No wonder Mo Zhixuan's appearance has been like this for ten years, no wonder Zheng Chuyi's eyes were full of contempt when she looked at her before.

No wonder Mo Zhixuan has no body temperature all year round, no wonder Mo Zhixuan bears the curse of defeating his wife.

Combined with the memories that came out in my mind, Mo Qingyi said angrily, "Mom, it's all that Zheng Chuyi. If it weren't for her, how could my brother have come to this point!"
Chapter completed!