Qi Muchen's hand tightly wrapped around her slender body, and her voice was hoarse.

"Xiaoya, I will definitely think of avenging Lu Shijing."

Mr. Qi's promise, as long as he makes it, will definitely come true. But Qi Muchen felt a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt before at this moment.

Even if you take revenge later, what will happen?

Lu Shijing has been blown to pieces, and even his bones are mutilated.

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Three days later, Qi Muchen's private plane slowly took off from the remote town of Country M and officially left here.

The atmosphere in the cabin was unusually solemn, a little depressing.

Xiao Qianxun obediently leaned on Mommy's arms, Su Xiaoya turned her head, and her dried eyes were a little red and swollen from crying.

I can only wear a pair of sunglasses to block it.

Qi Muchen sat beside her, his expression grim and cold.

One hand held her firmly in his arms, and the other held his phone.

There was a message from Qi Zheng just now on the phone.

Aled already knew that no one in the Qi family had an accident, and the whole person was so angry that he had another stroke.

Aled's current power abroad has basically been wiped out, and he is only nesting in the Middle East to claim hegemony.

The battle between the Qi family and Allerd can be regarded as a final victory.

But this victory sacrificed Lu Shijing.

"Handsome uncle, we're going home now."

Qi Zixiao, who was sitting in front of the Qi couple, lowered his head and spoke softly.

In his arms he carried a large porcelain altar containing all the bones that could be found in the charred ruins, which he had burned to white ashes.

In addition to Uncle Shi Jing's, the ashes in the jar may have other people's, and Uncle Shi Jing's ashes are not known to be complete.

Now I can only pick up as many as I can.

"Handsome uncle, I will definitely avenge you."

Qi Zixiao narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and made the same oath to the ash jar as his father.

When the plane officially took off, Qi Zixiao couldn't help but turn out the window, and his eyes instantly flashed with a trace of melancholy and loss.

"Zixiao."

Behind him came the deep voice of his own daddy.

"Go back and bury your Uncle Shijing, and after a while, you can come back by plane."

Qi Zixiao's hands couldn't help but tremble, but he quickly sat up straight again.

"No, Daddy, I'm not coming here again."

This is Mommy's sad place, and at the same time, his sad place.

That innocent and lovely little rabbit is just an accidental episode in his life.

After a long time, he will be able to forget about her.

Yes, he must be able to forget her.

Qi Zixiao told himself this, but the drooping eyelids couldn't hide the young man's thoughts.

So he lowered his head and buried his pain and loss deeper into his heart.

When the plane swept into the sky like an eagle, Qi Zixiao didn't know that on the ground below the plane, a thin figure was looking at the sky above him in a panic and sadness.

His little rabbit was locked up by his aunt for three whole days.

Three days later, even the people with their luggage were brutally thrown out by those "uncles".

She was penniless, so she had to walk to another town.

Because when she went to her grandmother's grave, she learned that her grandmother's grave had been moved. The one who spent a lot of money to move his grandmother's grave was a teenager named Qi Zixiao.

After many inquiries, Anxin finally walked to the private hospital that had been burned to the ground.