Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Sure, as long as you delete the video, I'll do anything you want."

She stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the table, and stumbled slightly. Lin Mo immediately stood up and supported her arm.

At this moment, Lin Mo's eyes were clear, and there was no trace of drunkenness on his face. When he was drinking earlier, he secretly transferred the red wine into his personal space, which meant that no matter how much he drank, he could not get drunk.

Entering the bedroom, Yang Liu leaned over the wardrobe and rummaged through the clothes. After a moment, she found a set that was the same as the black office lady uniform she had worn before.

"Auntie, let me help you!" Lin Mo volunteered.

The next morning, when Lin Mo opened his eyes, he found that Yang Liu was already awake.

She was turning to the side, quietly looking at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions, as if there was resentment, or something else she couldn't quite explain.

"You woke up so early?" Lin Mo asked.

"Um."

Yang Liu's tone was neither cold nor warm.

"Why are you being so cold?"

As Lin Mo spoke, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, Mo Nai Zi.

Yang Liu did not resist, her body obediently leaning against her, but she showed no sign of intimacy, like a warm sculpture.

After a long while, Yang Liu suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat muffled:

"Lin Mo, let's not see each other again. Let's just let this matter go."

Why?

"This relationship is wrong; there are things you don't know."

"What's wrong with that? I broke up with Li Jing a long time ago."

"No, you really can't."

"Really? Let's see if Auntie's mouth will still be so stubborn later!"

Lin Mo could only channel his inner energy again...

However, after a long time, Yang Liu was still in low spirits.

Lin Mo began to have some doubts about the Yin-Yang Skill, since it had the ability to subtly influence people.

"Auntie, do you hate me that much?"

"It's not that I hate you, it's just... sigh, there are some things you just don't understand!"

"Wouldn't it be clear if you just said it?"

Yang Liu shook her head and said nothing more.

"Since Auntie is so stubborn, then I'll just have to prove my abilities once again!"

Lin Mo was about to mount his horse again when Yang Liu stopped him:

"Give me some time! I'll tell you later, okay?"

"No!"

"Please, please stop pushing me! It cracked the day before yesterday and hadn't healed yet, and now it's cracked again. If this continues, I'm going to break!"

As Yang Liu spoke, she glanced at her forearm and recalled that night many years ago.

Only someone with such extraordinary talent as reaching past the knees could have such genes!

"Alright, I'll let you off the hook for now! Come on, call me 'husband'!"

Lin Mo's tone carried a hint of smugness.

"don't want!"

Yang Liu turned her head away.

Are you sure?

Lin Mo got up from the bed.

Yang Liu swallowed hard and reluctantly began to speak:

"Husband..."

"That's more like it!"

Just as Lin Mo was adjusting the willow branches, a "click" sound of a lock being opened suddenly came from the living room, followed by footsteps.

"Who? Li Jing?"

Lin Mo lowered his voice and looked at Yang Liu.

Didn't Lin Qingyue say that Li Jing and her boyfriend went on a trip abroad?

"I don't know. You hide in the closet first, I'll go check."

Yang Liu quickly put on her sportswear, staggered off the bed, and her steps were unsteady and somewhat unsteady.

She had just reached the bedroom door when it was pushed open from the outside.

Two burly men with buzz cuts and suits stood at the door. The one in the lead, with a face full of scars, was the scarred man who had stuffed Lin Mo into a sack not long ago.

"Who are you!" Yang Liu took several steps back, her voice strained.

"Miss Yang, our boss invites you to come with us."

The scarred man made a "please" gesture, his smile stretching across the scar.

"Who's your boss?"

"Xu Jiang".

"I don't know him. You'd better get out of my house right now, or I'll call the police."

As Yang Liu spoke, she reached for her phone on the bedside table.

"Miss Yang, I apologize for the inconvenience."

Before the scarred man could finish speaking, he and his henchmen rushed in and reached out to grab Yang Liu.

In that instant, Lin Mo suddenly darted out of the wardrobe, his movements as swift as a rabbit. He swiftly extended two fingers, striking each of the two men on the back with a Wind Chasing Finger, an acupoint striking technique.

The two, caught completely off guard, froze on the spot, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Seeing that the two were no longer moving, Lin Mo breathed a long sigh of relief.

I was secretly glad that I had opened the cabinet door in advance when I heard the stranger's voice, so that I could seize this fleeting opportunity.

He tiptoed to the bedroom door and peeked out to make sure there was no one else outside before he was completely relieved.

When he returned to the bedroom, Yang Liu was staring at him with wide eyes, her face full of disbelief:

"How did you do that?"

"Martial arts."

"Martial arts? Isn't that all a lie?"

"Not entirely, some of it is true."

Yang Liu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, as if a door to a new world had suddenly opened before her eyes. Her man was actually a martial arts master.

Lin Mo said no more, walked up to the two frozen people, and reached out to feel their bodies.

Soon, he felt something hard on Scarface's waist.

Lifting the hem of the suit jacket revealed a black handgun.

"Holy crap, a vessel for equalizing all beings."

Lin Mo's eyes lit up, and his heart pounded.