The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 1315 An old friend?

Not far from the reception crowd, a figure was standing in the dark observing.He was a tall man with a square face.If Wu Jiang hadn't deliberately observed the surroundings, perhaps he would not have noticed him.

But it was this moment of attention that made Wu Jiang's heart shudder.

Soon, the man seemed to have noticed her gaze, turned around, and left her sight.Judging from the other party's expression, he seemed unhappy to be discovered by a little bandit.

"Hey, let's go..."

Bai Tao stretched out his hand to wake Wu Jiang up, and said in a low voice.Wu Jiang came back to his senses, only then did he realize that the team had moved on and seemed to be looking for a place to stay.

She only paid attention to that person just now, because she didn't notice it.

"What did you find again?"

Seeing that Wu Jiang was following him, but kept looking at the place just now, Bai Tao was full of doubts.

However, Wu Jiang just shook his head, and after expressing nothing, he withdrew his gaze.

But is it really nothing?

In fact, Bai Tao didn't know, just for a moment, Wu Jiang seemed to want to understand something.It's just that this kind of understanding still needs time to prove it.
On the other side, a figure walked quickly, he passed through half of the cottage, and finally stopped in front of the heavily guarded dungeon.

"Is the Lord here?"

"Yes. Please, Mr. Yuan."

The guards saluted the man, and everyone let him go sensibly.Because in the entire cottage, there is probably no place that this man can't go to.In terms of confidantes, none of them can compare to Mr. Yuan.

Master Yuan has been following the other party since the Lord was young.

Walking slowly into the dungeon, under the dim light, a cold and damp smell hits the face.Under the rendering of such a taste, the sound of whipping in the distance seemed to be clear and natural.

Blood and cruelty are the themes in the dungeon, and it is a true portrayal of the cell in front of us.

"Third Brother, you have been holding on all this time, are you planning to wait for Ninth Brother to rescue you?"

In the prison cell, Mo Zhao's robe was stained with blood. He held a whip in one hand, and strangled his brother's throat with the other, tightening it bit by bit.The ferocity in those eyes was not concealed at this moment.

No longer sunny, no longer pure.

Yes, it's just the madness that can't be recovered after being dyed red by killing and brutally attacked.

This, perhaps, is the real him.

The more you suppress and cover up, the more violent and uncontrollable it will be when it erupts.

"Mo Zhao, do you think... you can support everything by establishing a bandit kingdom... Pooh! Sooner or later, the father and the ninth younger brother will wipe out this place... for, to avenge me..."

Mo Yonghong smiled, his hands were still restrained by shackles, unable to move.The welts all over his body were mixed with glaring blood, which made him, who was originally handsome and upright, look horrible.

That's right, the blood on Mo Zhao's body belongs to him.

In fact, he never thought that after being arrested, he could still live until now.No wonder, he met Mo Zhao, a lunatic.Because this lunatic wants to torture him constantly and destroy his spirit.

He seemed to want himself to be like him, despairing of the royal family and bowing to madness.

But this is impossible.

Because he, Mo Yonghong, also has his own beliefs.

"Third brother, why are you bothering? Ah?"

Mo Zhao wiped away the blood on his face, not knowing whether it was joy or sadness in his eyes.

Throwing away the long whip, this time he actually pulled out a dagger, and approached Mo Yonghong little by little.In this regard, Mo Yonghong quietly closed his eyes.

No joy in life, no pain in death.

If you want his life, just take it.

"Your Highness..."

But at this moment, Uncle Yuan arrived.

(End of this chapter)