Chapter 915 -- so you're not dead

No, she didn't have an illusion. It was her instinct as a mother. Her instinct was her son's crying.

Jian Xiaomo sat up from the bed and put on her slippers. She pulled open the curtains and looked out of the window.

It was dark outside. There was nothing but mottled shadows of trees.

Could it be that she was hallucinating? But it was impossible. She clearly heard her son's crying. Although the voice was very weak, she was sure that it was her son's crying. She didn't mishear. Her son must be nearby.

She was delighted. She was about to close the window and run outside.

At this moment, a black hand suddenly reached out from outside the window and covered Jian Xiaomo's mouth. Jian Xiaomo struggled a few times, and then she slowly collapsed. That person directly picked up Jian Xiaomo and quickly disappeared into the night.

Downstairs, long chenjue ordered coldly, "take those people with you. "

"Yes, Young Master! " Ba Luo immediately said respectfully.

"Also, " long chenjue narrowed his eyes and said, "wash that hospital with blood! " Long Chenjue ordered coldly. Since all the people in the hospital were involved, he wanted the entire hospital to be buried with his son.

Not everyone dared to provoke long chenjue's son!

He quickly went upstairs. He wanted to ask Jian Xiaomo to go with him. He was worried about this woman staying alone in the villa. However, as he was going upstairs, long chenjue suddenly sensed that something was wrong. His eyelids twitched violently, and he could not help but quicken his pace His breathing became rapid. He took two or three steps and went upstairs. mengdi kicked open the bedroom door. A cold night wind blew over, and the screen window was blowing loudly.

Long Chenjue's heart shook violently. He did not have time to turn on the bedroom lights. Long Chenjue walked quickly to the window. Then, under the moonlight, he saw that there was no one on the big bed.

His body swayed. The cold air in his eyes could kill. Long Chenjue grabbed the bedsheet tightly with one hand and twisted it tightly. His Jian Xiaomo had been kidnapped again!

He twisted the bedsheet tightly with his slender fingers, as if the bedsheet was the one who kidnapped Jian Xiaomo. He twisted it tightly with a cold smile on his face. He would definitely cut the person who kidnapped Jian Xiaomo into pieces!

When Jian Xiaomo woke up, she was in an unfamiliar room. She opened her eyes with difficulty, but her head was still hurting. She could not help but frown, and then her body shivered. Her eyes looked like she had seen a ghost, and she gripped the Cup tightly Her body was trembling, and she was about to hide.

The man standing in front of her, whose face was originally full of viciousness, instantly revealed a smile. However, that smile, which was originally full of potholes, instantly became even more ferocious and terrifying. His smile, coupled with that terrifying laughter, was not easy for a devil to live.

Jian Xiaomo suddenly opened her mouth and asked, "who are you? Why did you bring me here? "

Upon hearing this, the man slowly stopped smiling. A trace of ridicule flashed across his long and narrow eyes as he said, "Jian Xiaomo, you really don't know me anymore. "

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Jian Xiaomo's body suddenly trembled. This voice was so familiar, so familiar that she had heard it before.

Suddenly, her voice rang out. who was the man standing in front of her?

"Chu Moxuan, so you're not dead? " Jian Xiaomo's expression instantly turned cold. The panic from earlier had all been swept away. Her eyes stared coldly at the man in front of her. She had originally thought that this man had already been buried in the Sea of fire during the fire, but it turned out that he was still alive.