The beauty god is forced to love every day

Mu Tingxiao, who was prepared, dodged by turning his head. The bullet penetrated into the chest of Mu Hanyu behind him, and blood splattered everywhere.

He seemed to have anticipated this. He waved his hand, and the people behind him threw Mu Hanyu, who was still breathing, to the front.

He swiftly pulled out the gun from his waist, pointed it at Mu Hanyu's forehead, and fired several shots, turning the man into a sieve, deader than dead.

He pointed his gun at the person above him, "Mu Hansheng, the last person is dead, it's your turn next, the culprit who killed my mother."

Mu Hansheng looked at the black muzzle of the gun. His son looked so much like him. What a pity! He didn't look like Yuan'er at all.

Otherwise, maybe he could be let go.

"Ah Xiao, don't you want your subordinates? Do you have enough chips?"

As the words fell, there was a "click" sound, and the man who was originally hanging on the top floor fell straight down like a heavy stone.

Mu Tingxiao looked at the falling speed and couldn't help but tighten the gun in his hand, but his face remained calm.

Just when he was about to fall to the ground, the rope was suddenly pulled up again, and the body of the man in black suddenly stopped in mid-air, shaken by the huge inertia.

Mu Hansheng took a long step and leaned on the fence in front of him, looking down at Mu Tingxiao, "What are you going to give in exchange for him?"

Mu Tingxiao's gaze fell on the hanging Xiaoyi, his light blue eyes moved slightly, and the moment he waved his hand, the people behind him brought the remaining members of the Mu family forward.

"How about using the lives of your own brothers?"

Mu Hansheng burst into laughter upon hearing this. "Ah Xiao, why are you still so naive? What does the life and death of these people have to do with me?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and fired a few shots. Several people fell down, their eyes wide open with disbelief.

"Ah Xiao, how about you exchange it for me? I promise to send them away safely."

"Okay!" Mu Tingxiao smiled faintly and walked forward a few steps without caring.

Seeing this, Xiao San hurried forward to stop him, his eyes red, "Master, no, I'll go change it."

Mu Tingxiao patted Xiaosan on the shoulder and said, "Go back. Don't ask me to say it again."

"But..." Xiao San didn't get to say the rest of the words before Mu Tingxiao threw them back to him.

Mu Tingxiao walked to the center, smiling innocently, and slowly took out a blue box, "Mu Hansheng, guess what's inside?"

When Mu Hansheng saw the box clearly, his expression changed drastically, "Mu Tingxiao, what did you do to Locke Castle?"

"Nothing serious, just a few bombs were dropped and it was flattened." Mu Tingxiao said calmly, as if it was a normal thing.

Mu Hansheng's originally elegant and easy-going face suddenly became ferocious, "Mu Tingxiao, are you still human? That is where your mother rests, how dare you."

Mu Tingxiao raised his eyebrows, looking naughty and wicked, "If you don't care, why should I? Besides, I'm doing this to avenge my mother, she will understand."

"As for you, I don't know if your mother would still recognize you in the afterlife."

"Mu Tingxiao!!!" Mu Hansheng was so angry that his hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and he squeezed out every word from between his teeth, "Very good, very good, you are worthy of being my son, Mu Hansheng, you are so cruel."

"Give me the box and I'll return your people to you."

"Sure, but these are your mother's ashes. Don't you think you should come down and receive them in person?"

A number came from Mu Tingxiao's earphone. His eyes flashed and he tapped twice with his left hand. Xiaosan behind him understood it in seconds.

Mu Hansheng didn't say anything, turned around and walked away, with the people behind him escorting Xiaoyi.

When the two sides were only one meter apart, Mu Tingxiao suddenly drew his gun, pointed it at Mu Hansheng, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The people behind him also launched an attack at the same time, catching Mu Hansheng's men off guard.

Mu Hansheng reacted quickly, pulling Xiaoyi beside him to block the bullet, and retreated under his protection.

How could Mu Tingxiao let Mu Hansheng leave safely? With the help of a machine beside him, he jumped to the second floor and fired a few shots.

Mu Hansheng was forced to hide behind a pillar, his face as gloomy as water, waiting for the right moment to take the initiative to attack.

Neither of them was willing to let the other go, and they fought all the way to the rooftop, pointing their guns at each other.

Mu Tingxiao looked at the helpless Mu Hansheng, and his heart finally settled down. "Mu Hansheng, just commit suicide!"

Hearing this, Mu Hansheng sneered, "You forced your father to commit suicide, Mu Tingxiao, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Mu Tingxiao loaded the bullet, his cold eyes without a trace of emotion, "If God has eyes, he should kill you, a scumbag, instead of me."

Mu Hansheng didn't waste any words. He took out a silver ornament from his suit pocket and threw it over. "Mu Tingxiao, if you don't want your Mu Garden to be blown to the ground."

"There's not even a scum left of the boy you loved, so just commit suicide!"

Mu Tingxiao raised his hand to catch the silver crystal pendant, and panic flashed across his deep eyes. This was in his study, and he had taken it from Qingqing.

Later he kept it in a compartment in the study. It seemed that something might have happened to Mu Yuan.

The violent rage in his body could not be concealed and he was on the verge of going berserk, but he was very calm and raised his gun to shoot at the box in Mu Hansheng's hand.

Mu Hansheng's pupils shrank suddenly and his heartbeat froze at that moment, but the next second, a clown doll popped out.

A funny voice was heard, "Stupid...Stupid...Stupid..."

His expression froze for a moment, then he reacted and threw the box in his hand away, "Mu Tingxiao, where are Yuan'er's ashes!"

"You don't deserve your mother's ashes. If anything happens to Yan Qing, you will never get your mother's ashes in this life."

After saying this, Mu Tingxiao ignored Mu Hansheng and turned away with his men.

Mu Hansheng laughed crazily, "Mu Tingxiao, you and I are both sinners. Why should you be happy while my Yuan'er is left with only ashes?"

As he said this, he raised his gun and shot at Mu Tingxiao.

Mu Tingxiao reacted in time and shot Mu Hansheng in return, and both of them were shot in the left shoulder.

At this moment, a roar was heard from the sky, accompanied by the whistling of bullets.

Mu Tingxiao was escorted by Xiao San and his men as they retreated. He stared at Mu Hansheng intently, and the two looked at each other with murderous intent.

Before Mu Hansheng boarded the plane, he said, "Mu Tingxiao, go to the beach of Locke Castle with Yuan'er's ashes. I'll be waiting for you there. From now on, a central point will be bombed every hour."

"You don't have much time left."

When Mu Tingxiao heard this, he didn't even waver or turn his head. He strode away without saying a word, got into the SUV with his long legs, started the car and sped away.

When he returned to Mu Garden, he looked at the gate that had been kicked open and the bright red all over. His heart rose to his throat and his steps became hurried.

As soon as I entered, I saw corpses all over the floor. I was more panicked than ever before and staggered straight to the underground greenhouse.

The moment the elevator was opened, what came into view was broken glass all over the floor, and corpses lying all over the place. The Corolla that had been neatly placed was kicked over.

There was bright red everywhere.

He identified them one by one with trembling hands. Every step he took felt inexplicably heavy under his feet, and even his hands had no strength.

As it was almost his turn, he looked at the familiar silver hair and stretched out his hand tremblingly, his eyes unconsciously reddened.

It seemed foggy inside.

He picked the person up gently, and when he saw that familiar face, the slight expectation he had in his heart instantly turned into endless pain and despair.

Tears flowed uncontrollably across his face, which was full of disbelief.

"Qingqing, I'm sorry... I'm late..." His voice was hoarse and broken, as if his soul was torn apart at this moment.

He held the person in his arms tightly, his body trembling violently, and painful sobs came from his throat...