Adorable Twins: My Mother Is a Cool Miracle Doctor!-Chapter 567: Speak or Die
Chapter 567: Speak or Die
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Gu Qingluan thought that Feng Tianlan left in a hurry to avoid this issue.
She couldn’t help but furrow her delicate eyebrows.
Even if the wedding proceeded as planned, it wouldn’t be the wedding they truly desired.
What was he thinking?
Because of Feng Tianlan’s sudden departure, the atmosphere in the room seemed to grow colder.
Gu Xiaonan and Feng Yuanxi exchanged a glance.
“Mother, let’s eat first, the dishes will get cold if we don’t eat them.”
Seeing the subtle worry on their young faces, Gu Qingluan didn’t want to burden them. She raised a smile and picked up her chopsticks, saying, “Yes, let’s eat together. Xiaonan and Yuanxi have worked hard to prepare these dishes. I must savor them properly to appreciate your efforts.”
Outside the house, Feng Tianlan left Jing Feng behind to protect Gu Qingluan and her sons. He flew out of the Salvation Hall.
“Master, how are your injuries?”
With no one else present, Yu Huarong addressed Mo Xie as Master.
Mo Xie shook his head, “Fortunately, I managed to evade in time, and it’s not serious. Rong’er, have you thought about what to do next? Are you really not going to follow my plan? Even if you can stop their wedding tomorrow, can you prevent them from getting married in the future?”
Yu Huarong bit her lip, her eyes revealing a reluctant expression, “There must be a way! Cousin has just been temporarily enchanted by her.”
Mo Xie sighed, feeling frustrated, “You’re too naive! Whether he’s temporarily under a spell or for some other reason, unless you take more decisive actions and strike at the heart of the matter, you’ll be giving their love rival more opportunities. Sooner or later, you’ll regret it!”
Yu Huarong clenched her teeth and showed a struggling look, “Please let me consider it a bit more.”
“It would be best if you wake up tomorrow morning with an answer. We can’t afford any further delays. I’m only doing this for your own good.”
Yu Huarong nodded, “I understand. Thank you, Master. Without you this time,
I wouldn’t know what to do.”
Mo Ye waved his hand, “No need for thanks. You’re my only disciple, and if I don’t treat you well, who will 1 treat well? Now, go back to your room.”
Yu Huarong left and casually closed the door behind her.
Mo Xie walked to the edge of the bed, about to lie down when suddenly his entire body tensed. He shouted sharply, “Who’s there?”
A powerful pressure swept over him like a tsunami, crashing against him.
Mo Xie’s heart was filled with dread, and he quickly activated his arcane power, preparing to defend himself.
The air in the room turned icy, as if it had solidified.
A tall figure materialized out of thin air.
Mo Ye’s pupils contracted.
“Who are you?”
He couldn’t make out the person’s features.
From the figure, it appeared to be a man, but his face seemed shrouded in a mist, making it difficult to discern.
“Are you responsible for the plague in Tianjing?”
The newcomer asked in a deep voice.
Mo Xie was greatly alarmed.
How did he know?
Had the man been eavesdropping from the shadows just now?
Although tumultuous waves surged in his heart, Mo Xie didn’t reveal any weaknesses on the surface. He furrowed his brows and feigned confusion, “Plague? The plague is a natural disaster. What does it have to do with me?”
“Don’t want to tell the truth? Then die.”
The man’s voice was low, tinged with a murderous intent.
Mo Xie had never felt such a strong threat before. He even sensed the aura of the Grim Reaper.
He had no doubt that this man would really kill him.
“Is Your Excellency so eager to resort to violence? At the very least, you should allow the poor me to explain.”
The Poison Doctor, now without a trace of arrogance, humbly addressed himself as “poor me”.
He tried to engage the man in conversation while secretly making a move.
“Hmph!”
Just then, a cold snort resounded, as if it had exploded directly in Mo Xie’s mind, causing his ears to ring.
He was dazed for a while.
Then, a surge of pain shot up from his hand.
Mo Xie couldn’t help but cry out in pain.
He looked down and saw that his right hand had been cut off by a sharp blade, falling to the ground, blood flowing profusely. The fingers on the severed hand twitched slightly.
Colorless and odorless poison scattered from the palm of his hand.
Mo Xie was both shocked and furious.
He hadn’t seen when this man had made his move, and his right hand was gone!
The hand he had been preparing to use for poison had long been noticed by the opponent!
“Here’s your last chance, speak or die..”
