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Chapter 2379: How can it be exactly the same?
Translator: 549690339
After mo Wen explained the situation, mo Yancheng fell silent.
“Brother yang, she was the one who said that someone killed sister-in-law.” Mo Wen said.
“Let’s not ask for help,” Mo Yancheng said and hung up the phone.
Mo Wen looked at the phone, turned around and said,””Brother Yi said, save.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMo Qiu sat there, dozing off. After hearing what he said, he stood up, stretched out his hand, and carried her. He walked out and said to mo Wen,””Let’s go,”
“.......”Upon seeing this, mo Wen silently followed him and left.
At night, in mo Qiu’s research Institute.
A Tiger-like road drove by. Mo Yancheng got off the car and walked inside. Mo Wen was a little surprised to see him.
“Brother Yan?” He was a little surprised that mo Yancheng would come personally.
After all, Shen chengjing had been frightened tonight, so he should have been at home to accompany her!
“How’s the situation?”
Mo Wen walked forward and stood beside him, saying,””I don’t know yet. Mo Qiu hasn’t come out yet.”
Mo Yancheng walked to the sofa and sat down. He gestured for mo Wen to sit down as well. The two of them conversed in low voices. Three hours later, mo Qiu walked out, exhausted.
“In the future, don’t send people with this kind of poison to me! I’m dead tired. ” As mo Qiu said this, he fell onto the sofa, leaned on a pillow, and took a nap.
Hearing his words, the two of them knew that the person must have been saved.
“Brother yang, Qiming said that he was alone! Then what’s with this woman’s poison? From the looks of it, the poison is at least five to six years old! That’s about the same as Qiming. ” Mo Qiu raised his doubts. He pinched his brows and said with a serious face,””Is Qiming lying? or does Qiming not know who is behind him?”
“Perhaps, someone knows,” mo Yancheng stood up and said.
“Ah Lian?” Mo Wen blurted out.
Mo Yancheng did not say a word. He turned around and walked toward the basement. Mo Wen and Mo Qiu followed closely behind him. When they entered the basement, they saw Mr. Lian leaning against the wall with disheveled hair. The beard on his face was in a mess, and his eyes were dull.
“Is my time here?” When Mr. Lian heard the word ‘open the door’, he squinted his eyes for a long time and asked mo Yancheng when he saw him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe walked up and looked down at him.””Besides Qiming, did you take in another woman?”
“A woman?” As Mr. Lian listened, he laughed out loud. Unfortunately, his voice was too hoarse. He coughed as he laughed,””I never lie.”
“But I found a woman with the same poison as Qiming! Even the depth of the poison is the same!” Mo Qiu continued his sentence.
As Mr. Lian listened, he sat up straight and said,”how is that possible?” Qiming’s poison was clearly ...”
He was too excited. Such a thing was impossible!
The poison in Qiming’s body was specially refined by someone he had hired. There would definitely not be a second one!
“There’s a traitor by your side, and he’s the person you trust the most! In other words, the person beside you takes orders from others, and you’re just a tool. ” Mo Yancheng said.
Mr. Lian was very excited. He kept shaking his head.”Impossible! It’s impossible! The medicine he makes is all through my hands! I was the one who watched him refine it. Other than Qiming, there’s no other one.”
After hearing his words, mo Yancheng turned around and walked out.
“Mo Yancheng, stop right there! Speak clearly, clearly. ” Unfortunately, his roar did not bring mo Yanchen back, only his own despair.