My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Wang Xiaoke had been in Mohism for a long time and had already made some plans in mind.

Just waiting for the old ancestor and Han Daoren to finish dealing with family and association matters.

Then he integrated the personnel and headed to the ancient world together.

Dusk is getting darker.

Mo Xianjun's cultivation was sealed and he was locked in the Mo family's prison cell.

"We are only one step away from bringing down the main vein."

"How come Wang Xiaoke suddenly appeared here... and there's also an ancestor from a thousand years ago."

"Can he crawl out of his grave?"

"Okay, Jun'er." Mo Ranshang frowned: "It's just bad luck."

"It's useless to say more. We've already lost."

He let out a long sigh and patted Mo Xianjun's shoulder.

"Don't talk about our ancestors, be careful of the walls."

"Humph, if we stay any longer, we will surely die!"

Emperor Xuanyuan was notoriously ruthless during his reign.

They, father and son, committed treason, and even if they don't die, they will at least be skinned alive.

Mo Xianjun's cultivation was sealed, but his physical strength was still there.

He made up his mind, broke down the door, and knocked down the guard outside with two moves.

"Jun'er, do you want to escape?" Mo Ranshang looked serious.

"If we just wait, we will definitely end up in a miserable situation. It would be better to flee abroad."

"At least I can live in peace by hiding my identity."

Mo Ranshang hesitated for a moment, but still followed his son's pace.

I finally broke through the level and walked all the way out of the villa.

The guard at the gate did not receive any message and let the two pass directly.

"master!"

The driver was standing next to the car, obviously having been waiting for a long time.

Mo Xianjun got into the car and asked with his eyes narrowed coldly.

"Where are my mother and Xun'er?"

"They went to the eldest wife's house. It seems they have something important to discuss."

Mo Xianjun knew without thinking that his mother must be discussing asking for mercy.

"Pick up mother first, and then leave Kyoto."

The driver sat in the driving seat and drove away with the two of them.

Mo Xianjun looked at the prosperous city, feeling depressed and unwilling.

"Master was also taken away by the ancestor, and I don't know what the situation is."

Now that he has angered the main lineage and ancestors, he has no place to stay in China.

However, with his abilities, as long as his cultivation gradually recovers.

Even if you flee overseas, you can still thrive.

Mo Xianjun narrowed his eyes slightly and imagined his future plans.

The driver suddenly exclaimed and couldn't help but remind him.

"Master, there is a black car following us. It has been following us all the way."

He thought it was the Mohist farewell convoy, after all, a big family has many etiquettes.

"Black car?"

Mo Xianjun looked through the car window and saw that there was indeed a Maybach following.

His heart suddenly tightened, but he was not sure of the other party's purpose.

Maybe it's just along the way?

"Jun'er, why don't we... go back?"

Mo Ranshang couldn't help but say: "I will admit my mistake to the ancestor then."

"Who knows, our family may still be safe and sound..."

"If we run away, the punishment will be more severe."

Mo Xianjun was a little impatient.

"Even if we really admit our mistakes, will Mo Ye and Mo Yanyu let us go?"

Driving to a deserted intersection, the car stopped and waited for the traffic light.

Just as the driver was about to start, the four tires exploded with a bang.

Mo Xianjun sensed the danger, but it was too late.

Another "bang!"

The car window was smashed to pieces and glass shards were all over me.

Mo Xianjun raised his head and saw the tip of the gun with a cold glow against his forehead.

It was just an inch away from killing him.

"Who are you!" Mo Xianjun's Adam's apple rolled and cold sweat oozed out of his back.

The woman had a pair of foxy eyes and was holding a black spear in her hand, looking at him with a smile.

"Haha, it's you two, that's right."

"Get off the bus and follow us, you can suffer less."

"Otherwise, I will destroy you first, and that will be unpleasant~"

Feng Ling pursed her thin lips, her eyes filled with amusement and teasing.

Mo Xianjun was dragged out of the car, and Mo Ranshang was also dragged out.

"Miss, you are not a member of the Mo family, right?"

"We have no grudges against each other, why did you arrest us?"

"If you come here for money, I can give you my bank card!"

Before Mo Ranshang could finish his words, a spear was pressed against his throat.

When I met her disdainful gaze, I immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"Stop talking nonsense and get in the car."

"Sister Ling, what should we do with them? Take them back to the villa first?"

Feng Ling covered her lips and smiled, and the tip of the gun lightly brushed across Mo Xianjun's neck.

"You are quite courageous. You are only at the Condensation Stage, yet you dare to provoke our young master."

Mo Xianjun's body trembled. Master? Could it be that Wang Xiaoke arranged this?

"It's impossible to escape after getting into trouble."

A gleam of light flashed in Feng Ling's eyes, and he stabbed Mo Xianjun in the lower abdomen with a spear.

The violent spiritual power penetrated the gun and rushed into the dantian frantically.

"puff!!"

Mo Xianjun coughed up a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale as paper.

"You want to destroy my cultivation?"

Feng Ling put away the magic dragon spear: "This way you will be honest."

"Suppress them, arrange a helicopter, and send them to the western mine to report overnight!"

The bodyguards behind came forward and pushed the two men into the car.

The driver gripped the steering wheel, too frightened to even breathe.

Feng Ling glanced at him and said, "If you don't leave now, I'll take you with me."

"Go away yet!"

The driver was overjoyed and quickly got out of the car and bowed to her.

"Thank you beautiful lady, bye!"

After saying that, he simply abandoned the car and ran away, soon disappearing from sight.

As Feng Ling got back into the car, she heard Mo Xianjun's growl.

"I am a member of the Mo family, with royal blood flowing in my veins!"

"Nie Wentian is my master. Have you considered the consequences?"

Feng Ling slapped him in the air, almost knocking him unconscious.

"No matter who you are, you are useless to me."

"Go work hard there, maybe one day you'll come back."

After that, she signaled to the driver and the car started immediately.

……

Mo Xun'er didn't sleep the whole night and called Wang Xiaoke several times.

But the other party never answered the phone, and she couldn't do anything even if she wanted to beg for mercy.

When she got up in the morning, she saw her mother returning to the hotel.

"Mom, why are you crying?"

Mo Xun'er saw that she had tears on her face and it was obvious that she had just cried.

Lu Jin handed over the phone. It was a message from Mo Xianjun. The background photo was a barren mountain with many people carrying ore.

Also sent a few voice messages.

"Mom, my father and I are in the West, just don't worry."

"There is a shortage of manpower in the West right now, and my father and I...can do our part."

"The signal here is quite poor, so I can't contact you often."

"Don't read it!"

Lu Jin's eyes were red: "Your brother and your father were exiled to the frontier."

There is no need to think about this matter, it is definitely not Mo Xianjun's own will.

"It should be the decision of the ancestor. What should our family do?"

Mo Xun'er's face looked ugly, and the corners of her lips turned pale.

"Please...Yes, I will go to Xiao Ke to plead for mercy."

"The ancestor likes him very much. As long as he tells the ancestor, he will definitely spare his brother!"

Lu Jin wiped her tears. This was the only solution at the moment.

The warm sunlight shines into the bedroom, mixed with the fragrance of flower stamens.

Wang Xiaoke put away the spiritual fire and the cauldron, and with a wave of his hand, a long black gold sword flew out.

The sword was glowing with light, and all its sharpness was restrained.

It is like a crawling beast, capable of unleashing terrifying power at any time.

"In two days, I finally raised the Golden Crow to the fifth level."

He stood up and looked at the bed. Mo Yanyu had already gotten up.

"Busy working?"

Wang Xiaoke nodded, walked over and put his arms around her waist.

"Do you have work to do later? Do you want to go for a walk on the street?"

"The ancestor called me and my second brother over. He might have something to tell me."

Mo Yanyu rubbed his face and smiled.

"Sorry, I can't accompany you anymore."

"It's okay. I'll go home and come back in a few days."

"Okay, let Ye Luo take you there."

Wang Xiaoke kissed her on the forehead and stayed gentle with her for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

……