Vol 4 Chapter 429:

Ye Wei smiled, finger crossed Mo Ju's face frivolously, jokingly, and a little ridiculed, "Rare, you are much more honest."
Mo Ju looked down at the woman in her arms and sneered, "I'm not like you, never true!"
From recognition to the present, except for seeing her true temperament when fighting for the first time, Ye Wei he saw always wore a mask with a variety of styles. She was not changeable, her smile was thick and light.
There are people who are hooked, there are clear, domineering, and soft, but they are all a kind of performance. He rarely sees a bit of truth in her eyes, but he is just... Mo Ju is very unwilling, very minded No, I always put this kind of depression into a deep backlog, because I understand that if any of them are real, they will die.
She kept guarding her bottom line and prevented him from crossing it. Sometimes he felt that Ye Wei was really smart. She looked smart. She showed her cleverness by raising her hands and showing her cleverness. Convergence, such a person, there is a limit to how clever, but she is not, she showed this deliberately, calm and intelligence is far deeper than she showed.
No one knows her position better than her, and no one knows what she wants more than her. If you don’t really care about her, don’t think about what she really means to you. If you don’t get her full trust, she and you There is always a layer of yarn.
This is how he and her feel. She doesn't believe him, so she never approaches him, nor does he let him approach. Even if occasionally, there are some plausible emotions, such as watching flowers in the fog.
He knew better than any moment that this woman, like a floating cloud, would not stay for whom, but he desperately wanted to take off this floating cloud, and he couldn’t think of anything better than to surround her in one place. Law.
Every time he felt that she was approaching him, she would always splash down a pot of cold water and threw all his thoughts cold, so he hated this feeling, he was Mo Ju, when was he controlled by his palm Ever?
He must control everything in his hands. He is the protagonist of his life. Others can only listen to him. He doesn’t want to let Ye Wei come and go freely. When he was at the seaside villa, he made up his mind, step by step. , Breaking her wings.
At all costs, even if she hates him.
Anyway, this woman will not love anyone, nor will she trust anyone except the first terrorist group, let alone believe him, then why should he be merciless.
Simply, destroy everything!
The more I was with her, the clearer this kind of destruction was, as if I couldn't wait. I wanted to imprison her and take her together to fall in hell, hurting her and hurting myself.
Ye Wei looked at him silently and suddenly changed the subject, "Do you think there will be an ice cellar?"
Why is it so cold? The temperature is strange. Autumn in London is cool, but here is bitterly cold, and the wind is blowing in bursts, which is a bit hell.
Mo Ju looked around for a week, his lips curled in a straight line, and he couldn't see the anger. Ye Wei was too lazy to take care of it, and looked up at the real thing on the wall. This picture... This is the picture tonight's competition. Now he and her are still holding each other. Everyone is a little bit greedy for each other's warmth, but can move for a while What kind of ruthlessness should it be? The silver needle in her hand is already going to be shot, and with her two legs and one arm, there is no possibility of winning.
She is unwilling to lose this picture.
Mo Ju also looked at the painting on the wall with her eyes, snorted coldly, and asked, "Do you really want to fight me?"
"It's you who wants to fight me." Ye Wei smiled, leaning on him, slender fingers drawing circles on his chest indiscriminately, as if writing something, as if seduce him, and it looked very charming. , "You know that I am determined to get this picture. The slave family has not had any experience of losing hands, and this time I don't plan to make an exception. Of course, if you can take it from me, we will be a different matter."
"With your broken body now?" Mo Ju held her blamed hand, lightly hooking her lips, and purple eyes brewing a storm, ironically mercilessly, "Your two arms are intact but not my opponent. How can I help you? I can almost figure out your way of wearing gloves. Mine, you may not be, you have explosive power, and you are not my opponent. Why do you have to hurt yourself every time?"
"It's really not a good thing to be too confident. Maybe the gunshot above sounded, and the mercenaries below were alarmed. None of us need to fight. We are all dead here. Is this a good result?" Ye Wei laughed. Said, gently breaking free of his hand.
"Alright, at least you can't go anywhere." Mo Ju miraculously did not deny her, Ye Wei was a little surprised, but Ye Wei did not show it.
Mo Ju seemed to be greedy for this atmosphere, and Ren Yewei held her hand, and suddenly there was a soft sound from the secret room. Ye Wei and Mo Ju's face changed a lot. The sound insulation of this secret room was excellent, and the sound was not very loud. They won’t hear it, but their hearing is very keen, and they notice something is wrong.
It was gunshots...
Who shot it?
Eleven, or silver? There were only two of them above. They listened intently and heard a sound. The rest could not be heard. Ye Wei's complexion turned pale. Eleven is not a silver-faced opponent.
In addition, this person is extremely cruel, very ruthless, and does not care if Mo Ju falls or is alive, but Eleven will worry about her safety and will inevitably be distracted. This is not his opponent. .
Who fired this shot? Why did you shoot?
Wouldn't it alarm the mercenaries downstairs, even if the silver face shot, he couldn't go unless he tried hard, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out.
Eleven, eleven...
Ye Wei trembles her fingertips, Mo Ju gazes at her with a smile, her eyes are cold, "Guess, who is dead?"
Ye Wei's face was pale, and her body was stiff. Suddenly, Mo Ju's face changed, and she felt a slight pain in her spine, which turned sharply into pain, and her limbs were paralyzed.
His face, Shen Ruyan, Zi Zi showed a crazy murderous spirit, as if he wished to shatter her tens of thousands of corpses, so fierce, like a beast, exuding terrible murderous spirit.
She really started towards him, just after the thought turned around, Ye Wei had quickly got up, the silver needle fell on several big holes on his chest, Mo Ju couldn't move at all, and those purple eyes were fierce like magic.
Ye Wei stood up coldly and said lightly, "I know that I am not your opponent, but it does not mean that I cannot subdue you? Mo Ju, you are too confident."
"Do you really dare?" Mo Ju's voice was deep, and he listened carefully before he realized that there was pain.
"There's nothing I dare, it's just whether I want it or not." Ye Wei quickly stopped talking and quickly looked at the secret room. There could be no door, no door, how these things are put in here.
It's just that there are organs everywhere.
She kept her mind on the eleventh, and had no time to look at Mo Ju's increasingly cold expression behind her, and calmly looked for the organization. The pattern was similar to that of the upper chamber, but it was very small.
How to get out
The more worried, the more and more confused.
"Ye Wei, do you really want to know if Eleven is dead?" Mo Ju asked coldly, he was sitting still, not speaking, but he was very cold, as if saying something insignificant.
Ye Wei looked back, showing anger, cutting the railroad, "She will not die."
"Then why are you panicking, what do you do to stop me?" Mo Ju asked with a sneer. She could not see the expression on her drooping eyes. If she saw it, it would be and cruel. For the eleventh, she would really treat him. Start?
She will kill him, right?
"I'm too lazy to talk to you nonsense." Ye Wei said in a deep voice, looking for the mechanism step by step, suddenly a flash of aura, when fighting with the silver face on the eleventh, it was the silver face that moved the gem on the statue of the saint, before they fell into the trap. .
The dark eyes glanced across her, and she stood in front of the statue of the saint, with the details of their two hands replayed in her mind. Squinting saw the pearl, which was the key. Ye Wei stood up and turned the scepter. The pearl, the door, opened in response.
"It's done." She was delighted in her heart, jumped down, and looked at the opened door in surprise. As soon as her footsteps moved, she remembered Mo Ju behind her, did you take him? If it doesn't work, let him go, she won't be able to leave at all, Mo Ju must screw her up.
Thinking about it, Ye Wei was shocked by the strong wind behind his senses, Ye Wei was shocked, and it was too late to avoid. He just felt a pain in his neck, and his eyes were black for a while, and he fell into a warm embrace.
Why is he okay? This is the only thing Ye Wei thought before coma...
Mo Ju looked at the woman in her arms deeply, his face was a terrible anger, sparks jumped, he hugged Ye Wei horizontally, suddenly the room lit up, and the dim space seemed like daytime.
A middle-aged and elegant British man dressed in a very expensive and elegant dress brought a group of people into the secret room. He was born pure and white but had a beard. Not only did he feel awkward, but he seemed to be very harmonious, but there were nobles all over him. Courage, a little more elegant.
Behind him were several hardcover guards, all holding guns.
"Second son, I haven't seen him for many years, my style is still the same." He smiled all over, and smiled, just about to hug Mo Ju, only to realize that he held a woman in his arms, it seemed unsuitable, and passed by with a smile.
"Master Earl, I haven't seen you for a long time." Mo Ju condensed all expressions and greeted lightly.
"Who is this?"
"People who stole paintings."
"What?" Earl Henry flashed across the face of Earl Henry.
Mo Ju said lightly, "This person, I want it."
Earl Henry smiled, "Oh, then I just asked, what did your second son like, please take it at will."
"really?"
"Naturally, thanks to the design agency you helped me with, I haven't lost a treasure for so many years. If you like to take it at random, if it's not you, the babies here don't know how much to steal." Earl Henry proudly said His eyes swept over Ye Wei intentionally or unintentionally, seeing Mo Ju's eyes lightened, and he was also interested, no longer looking at her.
Mo Ju raised his chin, "My brother wants that painting."
Earl Henry looked in his eyes and hesitated. He ordered the painting to be taken down. Mo Qiu was also polite, saying, "I'm afraid I'll trouble Lord Lord again."
"Say!"
"These cultural relics, please send me to Sicily for the price."
"No problem, the second son told me that I will do it, and I won't make any mistakes." Henry said flatly. "You can see what you like, take it again, don't be kind to me."
"No need," Mo Ju said lightly, glancing at Ye Wei in his arms, and said to Earl Henry, "Someone will contact you to ship the goods later, you put the painting together, and if you can, leave the ship tonight, The sooner the better."
"The second son is at ease. I am escorted by Henry. These cultural relics are absolutely okay." Earl Henry assured him by patting his chest, and Mo Jue nodded. "Then leave."
He hugged Ye Wei and walked out of the secret room.
Weiwei, you must have thought that all the organs of this castle were designed by me?
There was a sneer in the corner of his lips, holding her and walking down the stairs step by step. On the wall, the white candle was lit and dim, and the face lined with Mo Ju was also light and dark, cold and dark, and the strange temperament was prominent. , Revealing a bloodthirsty cruelty.
He looked down at Ye Wei who was pale, her long hair was hanging down, her arms were hanging down, even if she was wearing a mask, she didn't hide the arrogance between her eyebrows. For some reason, she was in her arms, but he felt that this In an instant, she was thousands of meters away from him.
Close to the horizon.
He walked slowly step by step, the candlelight dragging a long shadow behind him, three points cold, three points outrageous, four points lonely.
Very sad feeling.
A man beside Earl Henry asked, "Master Earl, who is he and why are you so respectful of him?"
"He..." Earl Henry smiled. "The hardest man in the world."
The man seemed puzzled, and Earl Henry shook his head. "It's fine if you don't understand."
In the woods under the castle, she looked at the watch in her hand and was very anxious. After the agreed time, Ye Wei and Eleven were missing. Was there something wrong? Ye Wei and Eleven did not plan to let Rong Yan take risks. After all, Rong Yan was not theirs, but Rong Yan was afraid that they would have shootouts, and they were so busy that they insisted on coming. Ye Wei had no choice but to let her drive and wait for the response.
An hour had passed after the appointment, and no figure came out, but she saw many people go in.
I can't help worrying.
Suddenly Mo Mo came out holding Ye Wei, who was unconscious, and his face was shocked...

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