MTL - Rebirth In The Novel: Indulging The Female Side Character-Chapter 326 Mo Qinghan prison
Mo Qinghan has been in prison for a day.
Mo Qinghan sat silently, and the cell was dead.
Outside the window is a snowy winter night, with a cold air inside.
Mo Qinghan hung his head, and the whole person seemed to be hidden in the darkness.
The night was deep, the sky was dim, and the silent darkness surrounded him.
He is still alive, but he seems to have exhausted his life.
No light, no warmth.
Only the darkness that is not in the end.
There was a thought in Mo Qing’s heart.
From the moment before entering the prison, it already exists.
He thought silently, and the surroundings were very quiet.
The winter night is long, the snow falls in the air, and the sound of snow screams in the silent night.
A footstep sounded suddenly on the quiet walkway.
The sound is very shallow and falls in the cell, which is very clear.
Mo Qinghan slowly raised his eyes.
The bottom of the eye is dark.
The sound of unlocking sounds in the dark.
With a click, the lock is opened.
One person pushed the door open and walked in.
The icy night is pouring in.
Mo Qinghan's look was slightly moving, and he lowered his gaze.
The door closed and the air outside was isolated.
The footsteps are far and near until you reach the cell.
Mo Qinghan never looked up, he just sat quietly.
But with a sinister atmosphere.
The cold wind blew through the lonely cell, with the chill of the winter condensation.
Mo Qinghan's eyes are glowing with cold light.
A shadow was over, and the jailer bent down.
He placed the lunch box in his hand on the ground and made a dull sound.
The jailer straightened up and was about to leave.
At this time, a pair of hands covered silently.
Fastened the neck of the jailer.
It is like the most desolate and hard ice.
The prisoner leaned back and leaned against the hard cell.
The jailer glimpsed and the fear in his heart.
His hand immediately reached the waist and took the gun.
Mo Qinghan raised his hand and slammed into the neck of the jailer with a sigh of breath.
The prisoner snorted and his hand slid open from the muzzle and hanged down.
Before the jailer fell, he saw only Mo Qinghan's cold and cold jaw.
He fell to the ground and fell into a coma.
Mo Qing looked at the cold and took out the gun of the jailer.
Then he slowly turned and walked deep into the cell.
The body is dark and silent.
The four are still silent, no one knows what is happening here.
Mo Qinghan’s eyes fell and fell on the gun.
Memories surged and swept through.
He was born in Gucheng.
In order to raise him, the mother began to pick up the passengers again and her body was getting worse.
Later, the mother was afflicted with a sick bed and told him before death that he was the son of Lu Zongxi.
The swearing paper was hidden by the Ye family.
Since then, Mo Qinghan hated the two land leaves.
He swears that in the future, at all costs, he must be enemies.
Mo Qinghan's look darkened, and the cold air slowly flowed.
After his mother died, he was taken away by Dong Hongchang.
Dong Hongchang has been training him, his heart is getting colder and colder.
Hatred supported him to survive, and he went further and further on the road of revenge.
He has long been obsessed with conscience, without a trace of affection.
The hands were stained with blood and killing.
Mo Qinghan clenched his gun and his eyes passed the sharp coldness.
After that, he took the swearing documents to question Lu Zongtang and wanted to ask the mother for justice.
As a result, he learned that the teacher he has been working for is his true enemy.
Everything he has believed for years has collapsed.
Mo Qinghan clenched his hand and sent a sharp pain in his palm.
There is nothing cold in the air between the fingers.
He slammed his hand, and the coldness still surrounded him.
Mo Qing's mouth is floating and ironic.
He was not willing to be used by Dong Hongchang, and he took the position of Dong Hongchang and completely opposed it.
He killed Dong Hongchang’s party feathers and even brought Dong Hongchang to court.
Now Dong Hongchang has finally turned to law, but Mo Qing’s heart is still the darkness of nothingness.
The air is quiet and abnormal, and it is dead.
Mo Qing Han coveted.
Even if you know the truth, even if the enemy has been arrested.
This road is dark and long, and he can no longer look back.
The whole body is surrounded by coldness, and his life is bound by the desperate net.
Until you fall into a deeper and darker abyss.
Mo Qinghan’s eyes calmed down.
His life is dark and sinful.
It is time to end.
Somehow, Ye Chuhan’s mind suddenly appeared in Ye’s face.
It’s so cold, it’s like a clear white snow, very clean.
It is like the light that he will never reach.
She looked at his gaze, always so cold.
Take hostility and take precautions.
Reflected in his mind, it is extremely clear.
Interacting with her scene, alternately emerged, and the hidden memories are more vivid.
In the darkness, Mo Qing greeted the corner of the mouth.
The smile is very light, like the brightest light that passes through the darkness.
Mo Qinghan's eyes hang down, as if recalling those distant pasts.
The eyes are faint, but it seems to fall into the real place, gently passing the silent air.
The look can't be seen.
For a long while, he slowly closed his eyes.
The darkness of the sky has covered.
The darkness gradually spread, shrouded his cold figure and swallowed everything.
It will eventually be attributed to nothingness.
Mo Qinghan held the gun, his hand slowly moved up, and then his movements were stagnant.
The black lacquered muzzle reached his temple, sharp and cold.
Exudes the chill of the forest.
The snow outside is getting more and more sturdy, and the falling snowflakes are filled in the night sky. The coldness of the bones is coming.
The sky is so dark that his face does not have a slight fluctuation.
Calm and calm.
There is a strong haze in the cell, and the pale light on the ground.
When the light is extinguished, the light is faint.
Mo Qinghan pulled the trigger.
The cold gunshot sounded.
Ended the life of Mo Qinghan's tragedy.
No longer bound by hatred, just dying in one fell swoop.
When it is winter, the cold air passes over the dark cage.
The snow is still silent, and the cold snow covers the whole of Shanghai.
It also covers those dark pasts without leaving a trace.
