sbdcsierra Chapter 368 What You Can't Have, You Must Destroy
Chapter 368 What You Can't Have, You Must Destroy
The two people sitting inside the car could clearly feel the car tilting to the side and backwards.
Song Beiyou gripped the steering wheel tightly, his face frozen, his dark eyes filled with coldness.
Gu Ling let out a sigh of relief, raising her hand to grip the handrail on the roof of the car. "What the hell?"
Isn't this a luxury car worth several million?
How could the tire suddenly burst?
"Has it been a long time since you've taken care of your skin?"
This car was specially made by Duan Yao and given to Song Beiyou; its performance and safety standards are top-notch in every aspect.
Even the tires are top-of-the-line in terms of explosion-proof, puncture-proof, and high-temperature resistant properties.
It's impossible for a tire to blow out on such a flat highway.
Thinking of this, Gu Ling subconsciously looked at Song Beiyou. When she saw the coldness on her face, she knew that this matter was definitely not simple.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Song Beiyou: "Someone is punishing me with witchcraft. It's not that they want me to die, but they just want to scare me."
"Who?" Gu Ling's temper flared up as well. "Damn it!"
Song Beiyou parked the car, turned on the hazard lights, and opened the car door.
Gu Ling followed closely behind.
Song Beiyou stood on the emergency lane, looking at the boundless sky, then walked to the rear wheel with the flat tire and did some calculations.
Now, her witchcraft skills have reached a level where she can use them with ease.
With such a simple calculation, the disgust in his eyes and brows was impossible to hide.
She knew everything about the other person: who they were, where they lived, and whether they were male or female.
The moment she finished her work and put it down, Gu Ling leaned in and asked, "So? Which bastard was it?"
Song Beiyou looked southwest and pointed, "Haicheng, the Mo family."
"The Mo family?" Gu Ling's eyes widened. "Mo Yundu? Didn't you cut off one of his arms?"
Also, didn't he live next door to my villa in Beijing? How did he end up in Haicheng?
Song Beiyou didn't care where the people from Moyun Ferry went; she only cared that this guy had attacked her again.
Moreover, she discovered that Mo Yundu's witchcraft had changed, becoming filled with resentment.
“He’s probably here to take revenge on me.” Song Beiyou’s voice was flat, revealing no emotion, anger, or panic.
I personally think it's not surprising that I want revenge, and I'm prepared for it.
"Revenge?!" Gu Ling raised her voice. "He's missing an arm and he's still thinking about revenge? Can he even carry out revenge?"
Song Beiyou's gaze darkened, still fixed on the southwest. "He went back to Nancheng, which is his hometown, the Mo family."
The Mohists probably have a way to help him recover something.
Upon hearing this, Gu Ling burst into profanity.
A continuous string of words without stopping or repeating.
He stopped only after he felt satisfied with his rant, then asked, "Is there any countermeasure?"
Song Beiyou said casually, "Let him die."
Gu Ling gave a thumbs up, indicating her strong agreement. "What do we do next? How do we get back? Where's your boyfriend? It'll take him at least an hour to get here from Beijing, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several cars slowed down and approached from behind on the dark and deserted highway.
They slowed down more and more, and stopped when they reached a safe area behind their two cars.
The next second, the doors of two of the cars opened, and Duan Yao and Zong Zhengqi, both dressed in formal suits, got out of the cars.
Song Beiyou raised his chin slightly and looked at the person who had arrived. "Hey, you're here."
"So fast?" Gu Ling could hardly believe her eyes.
Not long after, two grown men arrived with their own people.
Duan Yao is understandable; he's a big boss with flexible hours.
Zong Zhengqi, a high-level, extremely busy working man, has no time to come here.
"Are you alright?" Duan Yao had long legs and was relatively young, so he ran over quickly.
He was the first to reach Song Beiyou and carefully examined her body.
Song Beiyou shook his head, "It's nothing, just a flat tire."
She wasn't surprised at all; her car had a satellite navigation system that was linked to Duan Yao's phone.
This would allow Duan Yao to know her current situation as soon as possible.
Here they are, rushing over.
As for why they were able to get here so quickly, it can only be explained by a telepathic connection.
Hey!
The tense atmosphere was transformed into a romantic one by Song Beiyou's positive attitude.
She even went so far as to claim that she was going on a date with Duan Yao and then kindly pushed Gu Ling towards Zong Zhengqi.
They walked very fast with Duan Yao in their arms.
Before leaving, he waved goodbye to Zongzheng Qi and Gu Ling, "Goodbye, Uncle and Aunt."
Looking forward to your wedding.
Zongzheng Qi exclaimed in surprise, "Hmm?" "A wedding? What wedding?"
Gu Ling glanced at him and sneered, "Your wedding!"
I'm the bride!
"Let's go back to the capital and prepare!"
Zong Zhengqi, "..."
The surprise came so suddenly and I was completely taken aback!
Damn!
Was it our ancestors showing their power?
Is his mother aware of this in the afterlife?
Seeing Gu Ling head towards his car, he quickly followed, calling out, "Wife, wait for me, wife..."
It was a dark and windy night.
In the Mo family mansion in Haicheng, dozens of crows perched on a century-old banyan tree in the courtyard, cawing incessantly, which was quite irritating.
The century-old banyan tree, coupled with this secluded mansion that is over a hundred years old, creates an overwhelming and eerie atmosphere.
The house was very dark, with almost no lights on, except for the bright moon shining in the sky, which illuminated the exquisitely carved eaves and bluestone steps in the courtyard.
There were quite a few people coming and going, but you couldn't hear a single footstep.
They were trembling with fear, as if making even the slightest sound would cost them their lives.
In the main hall, Mo Yundu, dressed in white, sat in the main seat, with He Fang standing to the side.
It had been a while since I last saw him, and Mo Yundu had lost a lot of weight and seemed to have changed in appearance.
It's not that he had plastic surgery, but his expression has become much more sinister than before.
The white suit was very sharp, but one arm was empty, making it hard to look directly at.
Apart from the two of them, the only other people in the enormous hall were the servants coming and going.
They busied themselves sweeping up the shards of glass in front of them.
These shards of glass fell from the crystal chandelier at the top. Mo Yundu had just cast a spell, and the excessive force used to shatter the chandelier.
Looking at the hall, which was almost tidied up, He Fang bent down and said, "Master, I have received news that Miss Song's car has a flat tire."
Look over here, what's next...?
Mo Yundu lost an arm, which should have greatly diminished his witchcraft skills. However, he went astray, harbored resentment, and forced himself to learn a forbidden technique left behind by the older generation of the Mo family.
He forcibly restored his witchcraft to its former state.
The pain from the severed arm still hasn't subsided.
Every time he thinks about it, his desire to destroy Song Beiyou grows stronger.
Yes! We want to kill her.
The more I liked her and the more I couldn't live without her before, the more I hate her and the more I want to kill her now.
This is roughly what it means for love to turn into hate.
He just didn't want Duan Yao to have an easy time; he was determined to destroy anything he couldn't have.