Travel back to the time to be the ancestors

Chapter 302 Qingjun and the Man's Identity ([-])

Yun Ling was not surprised that the other party would call her out easily, and looked at him indifferently: "Of course I know that these people can't stop you, but do you really think I'm not prepared?"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw about a dozen people walking in from outside.

The originally spacious yard instantly became crowded.

It would be fine if it was someone else, but when they saw the people walking in from behind, the expressions of the man and Qingyun completely changed, and their originally calm hearts completely panicked.

Not many people came, but the people who came behind made him a little panicked.

Mo Junjing and the others are all there, plus some other skills.

It was difficult for them to escape this time.

Qingjun took two steps forward to protect the man behind him, and said softly: "Sir, Qingjun is willing to fight for you with his life, I just hope that when Mr. Qingjun is not around in the future, please take good care of yourself. Forget Qingyun."

The tone of the last sentence carried a trace of prayer and reluctance.

The man was very moved by Qingjun's actions, but he would not leave her alone. He reached out and held her hand and said, "I will not leave you."

Qingyun's eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were full of affection and touch for him, and his tone was a little choked up: "Sir..."

Mo Wanyu couldn't stand the two people's obscenity, looked at them angrily and said loudly: "Don't make it look like you are parting with each other, all of you will not be able to escape."

Qingjun looked at her bitterly: "Shut up, who allows you to talk to Mr. like this."

Looking at Qingyun's eyes, Mo Yuning actually felt a little familiar, but that didn't make him soft-hearted. Anyone who wants to be unfavorable to Mo Yunqing is their enemy: "It seems that you still haven't recognized yourself. situation."

Qingjun looked at him with a bit of sarcasm and a trace of resentment that was not obvious: "I know you, the only son of the ninth lady of the Mo family."

Mo Yuning was not at all surprised that Qingjun could accurately state his identity: "I am not surprised that you know my identity."

"To be precise, I wouldn't be surprised even if you knew the identities of all of us present."

Qingyun looked at him and said nothing.

It's just that what Mo Yuning was going to say next made her face change drastically.

"But I'm still a little surprised and surprised by you."

After hearing his words, Qingyun felt a little more uneasy.

Looking at him, the hatred in his eyes increased a bit: "What do you mean by that?"

Mo Yuning's originally cold face showed signs of softening, and he looked at her with more complicated eyes: "You should be very clear about what it means, not just you, but all of us."

This look seems to have stimulated Qingyun.

She yelled at him like crazy: "Shut up, shut up..."

His face was full of ferocity and hatred.

Seeing that something was wrong, Mo Junjing looked at the captain aside and said, "Take the villagers to guard outside."

The captain was actually a little uneasy. Although he knew that they couldn't help much, it was somewhat helpful: "Old ancestor..."

Mo Jun interrupted him, and said with a serious face: "We'll be fine. Letting you go out is not to prevent you from participating, but to hope that you will help guard the door."

The captain took a look at the people they brought over, everyone looked very powerful, then looked at them, and then at the yard of his ancestors, it was already overcrowded.

If there was a real fight, they would get in the way here.

After nodding to Mo Junjing, he summoned everyone to leave the yard.

After the villagers left, the whole yard became quite empty in an instant.

But Qing Yun and the others were still surrounded in the middle.

Mo Junjing took a few steps forward and looked at Qingyun, and said in a flat tone: "The Mo family is sorry for you in this matter."

The man stepped forward and took Qing Yun into his arms: "Xiao Yun."

Qingjun hugged the man tightly, trying to find a sense of security in him: "Sir..."

The man looked at Mo Yuning and Mo Junjing coldly and comforted Qingyun gently: "Don't be afraid, Mr. is always here, Mr. will always be with you."

Mo Junjing waited for Qingyun to stabilize and said, "Qingyun, the old man wants to see your sisters."

Qingyun always thought that he could control the hatred in his heart when he saw the people of the Mo family, but he still couldn't control it. He felt the warmth from the strength of his hand, and the irritability and anger in his heart, so he managed to control it.

Looking at Mo Junjing, they said coldly, "I won't see him, so give up on it."

Mo Junjing was telling the truth that she sympathized with them, but that didn't mean they could take action against Mo Yunqing.

He frowned and looked at her: "We didn't know about you from the beginning, and it has nothing to do with the tenth sister. If you really have dissatisfaction and resentment, you can find the person who left you. There is no need to find someone who doesn't care about you. Those who know will do it."

Qingjun sneered and said with a cold snort: "If you want to blame, blame her for being from the Mo family."

Persimmons have to be soft, and Mo Yunqing is the soft persimmon to them.

If they hadn't been able to find her in front of them before, there wouldn't be so many troubles behind them.

Mo Junjing sighed silently and said, "If that's the case, then don't blame us for being rude."

Since she doesn't like oil and salt, they can only use strong ones.

Just when Mo Junjing was about to get someone to do it, He Lingxu and the others came out of the room.

Looking at the man next to Qingjun, there is a very familiar feeling, but for a while, I can't remember where I met him.

When the man saw He Lingxu, he subconsciously turned his face to the side and did not meet his gaze.

Shao Chendong lightly bumped He Tingyu's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Old He, do you feel that the figure of the man guarded in the middle is familiar?"

He Tingyu looked at the man and frowned: "It's true."

Jiang Ximing called tentatively: "Old Bai?"

Hearing this address, the man subconsciously clasped Qingyun's hand tightly.

The pain from his hands made Qingjun turn his eyes back to the man, and called softly: "Sir."

The man relaxed and said softly, "It's okay."

He Lingxu looked at Jiang Ximing, who looked like someone in the crowd: "Old Bai? You say he looks like Lao Bai?"

He Tingyu and Shao Chendong looked at him in shock, "Brother Ming'an..."

Jiang Ximing never believed that his good brother would die, and he never gave up for so many years: "Didn't everyone find his missing body at that time?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the surrounded crowd.

Seeing this scene from the corner of his eye, the man lightly closed his eyes and said, "Do it."

When the people around them heard this, they immediately showed their daggers.

Mo Junjing glanced at Jiang Ximing, then parted her red lips lightly: "Do it, you have to live."

Everyone responded immediately: "Yes."

The man took Qingyun's hand and moved towards the door.

(End of this chapter)