Chapter 448

If you can't escape, you will die.

Mu Cong looked at Liu Sanniang. He was a little flustered: "Miss Liu, can I still be saved?"

Liu Sanniang looked at him, but it seemed that she saw something else through him. Liu Sanniang didn't speak, but mu Cong couldn't panic.

A vague intuition told him that he was in a big deal, and Mu Cong immediately felt a little loveless. He just wanted to live in peace, and he didn't harm others, so he wanted to be smooth and beneficial.

He didn't know how to let him get involved in such a bad thing.

Mingming Li Wei, Cheng Yan and Shizi all don't remember. He doesn't recognize that Hui Zhen will deliberately miss him. It's his bad luck. Mingming has an effect on others, and it's even ineffective here.

These things, I remember in my mind that it was about to lose my head. Hui Zhen came to the door specially. How could it be that he really cared about his body? It was obvious that it was temptation. Mu Cong's face was pale. Looking at Liu Sanniang, he felt like crying without tears.

Why is he so unlucky!!

Didn't he wash his feet well during the Spring Festival?

What a fucking backstabber.

Mu Cong's emotions are complex and he is scared to death.

Liu Sanniang withdrew her eyes and said faintly, "your face shows that you are going to worry about your life."

Mu Kun frowned, "does Miss Liu know what happened to my son?"

It's not that he doesn't believe it. He just saw Liu Sanniang look at his son like this for a while. He hasn't done anything yet. Master Xuanmen, don't you need to make some preparations?

Have you read your face and palms yet?

Mu Cong swallowed, "Miss Liu, do you know what happened to me?"

Liu Sanniang looked at Mu Cong. Mu Cong was very nervous. Her heart was like a headless fly. She could feel his panic without any effort. He was really panic about Hui and panic about memory. All these were in his panic mood, and she heard his heart.

Almost with a cry: Damn it, why am I so unlucky? Usually the son of God favors me most. Shouldn't I be the one with the best luck? Why is it not Li Wei, Cheng Yan, or Mu Cong who is such a unlucky thing!

Huizhen, who is old and immortal, came to test me. What greetings to my body? I think she is going to kill me. Lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean lean.

But I'm different. My father's official is nothing in the capital. My father has several sons, and it's a pity that he doesn't dare to fight with Hui Zhen for me at most. It's not like a prince, the only son of the family. Touching him is touching the eyes of marquis Su. Ah, ah, help——

Liu Sanniang said faintly, "you should have forgotten this memory. You remember what you shouldn't remember. You are in pain and collapse, but there is no way."

Mu Cong's heart was extremely complicated. He didn't want to believe that Liu Sanniang would be so strong, but when Liu Sanniang said it, he knelt down as soon as his legs softened: "Miss Liu, please save me. Saving one life is better than building a seven level futu. Save me."

Mu Cong couldn't cry because his heart was too messy. He wanted to cry and felt unlucky and wanted to smile bitterly. This expression was extremely complex.

Mu Kun looked and hurriedly said, "Miss Liu, save my son."

Although there are several sons, this son is the most useful. If he has to, he doesn't want to lose it.

A character like Hui Zhen is not a character he can offend at all. Hui Zhen wants his son to die. It is estimated that he can do it only with a little special means, and he can only suffer this loss. This is the helplessness of ordinary people.

Mu Cong wants to hold Liu Sanniang's thigh.

Liu Sanniang silently stepped back for two steps. Mu Cong realized that holding his thigh was inappropriate. He could hold Su Yanyu's thigh, but Liu Sanniang was a woman, so he'd better kowtow and beg.

Liu Sanniang looked at Mu Cong: "I can't save you, but someone can save you."

Mu Cong's spiritual knowledge is somewhat special, and Huizhen can't absorb his memory, so he still remembers that Mu Cong was also an accident, but it also formed an opportunity.

She can't save Mu Cong, but Su Yanyu can.

The opportunity to break the source of wisdom, truth and evil lies with Su Yanyu. She has been recuperating these days and hasn't gone to Su Yanyu yet. Mu Cong found her. She knew that the time had come.

Mu Cong was stunned and asked, "Miss Liu, who can save me?"

Liu Sanniang can't save him. Who else can save him?

Liu Sanniang looked at Mu Cong and said, "Su Yanyu, Su Shizi can save you."

Mu Cong was stunned: "son of God?"

Will su Yanyu save him? Mu Cong is not sure. He has been playing with Su Yanyu for several years. He and Li Wei, Cheng Yan, are the longest people around Su Yanyu. Su Yanyu is a tough guy, relying on his family background. It's called a bad guy. He hasn't done anything bad in these years.

He took himself, probably with shuns' lackeys, against people like Hui Zhen. What would Su Yanyu do like this?

Mu Cong was a little desperate: "Miss Liu, I know you are powerful. Just say what you want me to do. As long as I can do it, I won't postpone it. Shizi, that's what I can't expect."

Su Yanyu is lucky to save him. If Su Yanyu doesn't save him, he can't do anything with him!

This is the helplessness of identity and power.

Mu Kun took out the silver: "Miss Liu, this is fifty Liang. Please take it. Be sure to save my son's life."

Mu Cong twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Mu Kun with some loss in his eyes: "Dad."

When they came, didn't they take a hundred liang? Why don't you take them all out? Liu Sanniang even knows what he thinks in his heart. She won't see his father's little careful thinking?

Mu Cong's heart ached a little. He was alone. Was his life worth fifty Liang in his father's eyes?

Mu Cong also knew that it was not because he was worthless, but because he was not the only one.

If he is the only one like Su Yanyu, his father will point to his son to continue the incense, not to mention onehundredandtwenty, empty him out. He clings to Su Yanyu in order to make himself valuable. Su Yanyu has a bad temper, and kicking and beating are common things. He can bear it, so as to improve his value.

Mu Cong lowered his eyes and squeezed his fists.

Mu Kun wiped his face and cried, "help, Miss Liu, save my son."

Mu Kun was a little worried that Mu Cong missed his words. If he could save money, he would save it. He pressed Mu Cong's head: "Cong, kowtow to Miss Liu quickly."

Mu Cong felt sad. For a moment, he was a little desperate. He felt that living was meaningless. In his father's heart, he was worth the fifty Liang silver.

Liu Sanniang stood away and said softly, "get up, Lord Mu and childe mu. Only Su Shizi can save you. I have something to find Su Shizi. Let's go to the Marquis house together."