"Anxin girl, please save him for the sake of the young master's life-saving grace to you."

Anxin didn't even bother to say much, and immediately ran to Mo Qingchen's bedroom.

Sure enough, there was only half of Master Mo's bedroom left.

Collapsed concrete walls were everywhere.

There was a choking smell of lime in the air, and there were fires in some places, and several bodyguards were quickly extinguishing the fire with Wei Ran's instructions.

"Anxin girl, it's dangerous here, don't go in." Seeing that she was going in, several bodyguards panicked and immediately blocked her way.

"Trouble you, rescue Young Master Mo." Anxin looked left and right, and saw Mo Qingchen's slender legs in the pile of ruins.

And his bony hands, hanging limply, and his normally clean white shirt was stained with blood.

She panicked even more, and pushed away a few bodyguards and walked in.

Covering his nose, Anxin cautiously walked up to him and shook his hand.

"Young Master Mo, Young Master Mo, are you okay. Wake up. ”

Mo Qingchen's face was as pale as snow, his eyes were tightly closed, but the fingers that were held by Anxin moved slowly.

"Quick, he's still breathing." Anxin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and shouted back.

"Come and help!"

Several bodyguards immediately ran over, cleaned up the scene, and carried Mo Qingchen out in the safest way.

"Chen'er! Chen'er! Behind him, the voice of the Moren was hoarse.

Her eyes were blood-red, her soul was lost, her arms were twisted by several bodyguards, and Mrs. Mo could only scream at Anxin.

"Don't worry, if my son dies today, I won't let you go!"

Anxin ignored it at all, and followed the bodyguards out of the ruins scene.

But a cold, low voice came from outside the corridor.

"Mrs. Mo, if you want to be a ghost, I can fulfill you."

An Xin only felt that his heart suddenly stopped, and the blood in his body surged upward.

Countless voices were shouting in my heart.

Little brother, little brother! Little brother is here!

But because she was too excited, she stood still like a stone sculpture.

The back is stiff, and the two roots can't move away as if they have taken root.

She wanted to speak, her dry lips opened, and her voice trembled~ so shaky that even she couldn't hear clearly.

"Little ...... Little brother. ”

Mrs. Mo's eyes widened, and she was dragged back by several bodyguards.

A young man stepped forward from the ruins at the door.

He wears a pure white shirt and a slim-fitting khaki trench coat, his handsome face looks like a finely carved work of art, and his figure is tall and long.

"Young Master Zixiao." Several bodyguards immediately saluted him respectfully.

Qi Zixiao stood still, his handsome sword eyebrows came on the field slightly, and his jewel-like amber eyes narrowed slightly.

seems to be cold and calm, but his heart has already fluctuated, and the green tendons on his forehead burst and beat slightly.

Qi Zixiao looked at the woman in front of him who he dreamed about every night and missed crazy.

Step by step, he slowly stretched out his arms to her.

Anxin bit his lip, and two lines of hot tears flowed down like a stream, about to rush into his arms.

But at this time, Mo Qingchen, who was suddenly carried by the bodyguards, trembled and whispered.

"Peace of mind, peace of mind."

"Young Master Mo, are you awake?"

An Anxin subconsciously turned his head and looked over worriedly.

Mo Qingchen opened his eyes and saw a tear-stained peace of mind.

He laboriously reached out to wipe the tears from Anxin's face.

(Education 123 Literature Network)