eurekapd Chapter 306 Duan Yao and Mo Yundu have a grudge
Chapter 306 Duan Yao and Mo Yundu have a grudge
Along with a terrifying sensation that seemed to pierce through the soles of my feet and the top of my head, a sound I'd been hearing frequently these past few days drilled into my ears.
"Mr. Mo," Han Xinyue called out in a trembling voice.
Her chin was being squeezed painfully by Mo Yundu, as if the bones were about to be crushed by him at any moment.
My head was buzzing, his words, "Your face really does look just like hers," kept echoing in my mind.
she?
Is it her again?
This was the second time Han Xinyue had heard such words at Moyun Ferry.
The last time was several days ago, when he first met Mo Yundu. He also said that the person she resembled had the surname Nan.
At that time, she was relieved because of this surname, but she never expected to hear such words from Moyun Ferry for the second time today.
Who is this person?
Why did Mo Yundu "lose his composure" and call out this name twice, to varying degrees?
Han Xinyue's forehead was covered in sweat, and she forced out the words, "Mr. Mo, who exactly is she?"
Look carefully, please turn on the light. I'm not the person you're describing.
Mo Yundu's ears seemed to automatically block out external sounds, completely ignoring Han Xinyue's words.
He continued to run his fingers over Han Xinyue's face, the tip of her nose, her eyebrows...
Even on the lips, down the neck.
Han Xinyue was already trembling, and now it was absolutely terrifying to the bone.
She was afraid that Mo Yundu might accidentally mistake her for someone he knew and take advantage of her.
In this way, the innocence she had so painstakingly preserved for Duan Yao seemed worthless.
Sure enough, what you fear most came to pass. Mo Yundu, who had already become terrifying, suddenly picked up Han Xinyue with ease, just like a cheetah in a hunting ground, and carried her towards the second floor of the villa.
Anyone would know what would happen next in this situation, let alone Han Xinyue, who was worried about whether things would come true just a moment ago.
Once you're on that pirate ship, there's no turning back.
This is what Han Xinyue is thinking at this moment.
I am very sad. I don't know why my life has to be so complicated. First, my whole family was framed by our enemies.
Then comes the hard-won adulthood, a good job, only to face the crisis of having the person they like stolen away by someone else.
Furthermore, due to the failure of some plans, she was disowned by her adoptive mother.
Finally, I started over with a new face...
Why is every step I take more difficult than others?
Is this really fair to her?
She also longed to be like any other girl, having a career while being with the person she loved—it was that simple—but fate just wouldn't grant her that wish.
She desperately wanted to resist, but she knew that her strength was far inferior to his, and that resistance would likely lead to a terrible death.
Tears silently streamed down my face; I was extremely sad.
His eyes were blankly staring at the dark sky above, as if his heart had died.
Suddenly, as if God felt sorry for her and wanted to take pity on her, Mo Yundu's leg movement, which had just stepped onto the second-floor stairs, abruptly stopped.
I don't know what happened, but then I saw him turn around and carry her in his arms. He carried her to the sofa in the living room on the first floor in a few steps and threw her there like he was throwing away trash.
She, Han Xinyue, was abandoned so gracefully, and escaped a calamity so gracefully.
With the danger initially averted, Han Xinyue curled up in a ball and hid in the corner of the sofa.
The next second, she finally understood why Mo Yundu had suddenly let her go.
It turns out the villa had been burgled.
No! To be precise, she wasn't a thief. Even as a woman, she could sense the killing intent hidden beneath the flashing swords.
The lights weren't on, so she couldn't see who was coming, but she could guess that they were basically all enemies of Mo Yundu.
The next second, Han Xinyue heard Mo Yundu, who was standing in the darkness, ask in a sinister tone, "Who are you?"
"How dare you trespass into my private residence, Moyun Ferry!"
The sound faded, and the other party did not respond; instead, they attacked immediately.
The dark clouds in the sky outside dispersed, and moonlight began to filter in.
You can gradually see clearly that there are ten people on the other side, and it is not hard to tell from their physiques that they are all agile.
Each of them used fierce moves, their targets clearly aimed at Mo Yundu.
Fearing she would be implicated, Han Xinyue quickly got off the sofa and found a safe corner to hide in.
The moonlight allowed her to see everything before her, including Mo Yundu's counterattack.
In this situation, she didn't know who to support.
If she supports Mo Yundu, her life will likely continue as it is today. If she supports him, without Mo Yundu to teach her witchcraft, her future path will be difficult.
As I pondered this, the night suddenly became brighter.
Under the light, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face among the thugs.
They're Duan Yao's men!
She'd seen him before! He was a master hidden away by Duan Yao.
So, did Duan Yao send someone to rescue her? Or does Duan Yao have a grudge against Mo Yundu?
My heart was racing as I observed the situation with a sense of unease.
After realizing that the approaching party was Duan Yao's men, she felt that Mo Yundu's chances of winning were slim, given that they were outnumbered.
Furthermore, given that Duan Yao doesn't tolerate idlers, Mo Yundu will likely suffer a terrible fate.
Under these circumstances, she couldn't stay any longer. If Duan Yao's people misunderstood something, things would become even more difficult in the future.
However, before she could even get up from the corner, she saw Mo Yundu suddenly appear with a sharp sword from who-knows-where under the moonlight, swiftly and accurately slit the throats of the ten thugs in front of him.
In an instant, the ten thugs stood still for a moment, and then fell to the ground one after another.
Mo Yundu's voice also rang out, "Overestimating yourself."
Alone, he wiped out ten highly skilled thugs in less than a minute.
Han Xinyue, who had originally intended to leave, froze, her mouth dry.
terrible!
She thought Mo Yundu shouldn't be able to do anything to Duan Yao's people, but reality told her that wasn't the case at all.
Mo Yundu's witchcraft is unfathomable, and his physical abilities are equally unfathomable.
At that moment, she began to regret choosing such a terrifying person as her witchcraft teacher.
I wanted to give up, but it seemed too late.
She remained where she was, her mind a jumble of thoughts.
He Fang rushed downstairs, "Master, has the house been burgled?"
His tone was completely relaxed and calm, indicating that this wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this.
After saying this, He Fang turned on all the lights in the house, and the bright red blood sprayed into the living room.
Horrifying, shocking.
Han Xinyue should have screamed, but she was numb and couldn't make a sound.
A moment later, she and He Fang heard Duan Yao order, "Send these people back to Duan Yao."