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Qin Mo felt as though there was a break in his thoughts, an obvious confusion in his eyes. Bo Jiu was definitely the only person in the world who could put him through such emotions.

He had assumed her schemes were to escape from his side. In the end… it had been to kidnap him home?

Qin Mo felt his head spin, the strength slipping away from his limbs. But even then, his eyes remained deep as the sea, his thoughts unreadable, the air around him unchanged.

Bo Jiu started feeling guilty as she muttered, "The drugs Grandfather Butler gave him doesn't seem that good."

In reality, it wasn't bad at all but Qin Mo had undergone special training and had built up a resistance towards drugs.

Bo Jiu leaned forward. "Erm, Brother Mo, I'm sorry."

Qin Mo glanced up at his head, his eyes narrowing. "You're going to carry me out?"