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Dr. Claire looked flustered, and the experts behind him did not dare to speak. They looked at each other in confusion. Mo Jue glanced at each other with stern eyes. They all looked frightened. Everyone was gathered together to talk about something, but at this moment, he dispersed, everyone was busy with their own affairs, respectfully. Listen to what's going on here.

The villa on the top of the mountain is not commonly used. As far as he knows, they are all working for the poison in Meng Lianling. So who is the person underneath? Whose scream is so shrill?

"Second Young Master..."

"Open the door!" Mo Jue's cold voice dispersed in the air filled with the smell of potion. Dr. Claire hesitated. Mo Jue sneered with a sarcastic lip, "Mr. Claire, don't let me say it a second time."

Hearing the anger in his voice, Claire sighed and opened the door for him. After all, she couldn't hide it. No one except Mo Ye could stop Mo Jue who had his own way. Another hoarse shout came, more hoarse than before. Mo Jue had an ominous premonition and walked down the steps to the dungeon with a sullen face.

The people below surprised him.

Mo Jue was surprised, his purple eyes widened. The woman inside was beating the glass door crazily, she was mad and violent, her long hair was messy, there was blood on her body, her eyes were bloodshot, she was so thin that she was almost only skin and bones, and she could not tell at all. The beauty she once was. She flapped wildly and desperately, the glass door was already stained with blood, and her features were twisted in extreme pain.

This scene made him feel terrified. Even though he was such a cold person, he could not help but feel sympathy in his heart, but more importantly, he was shocked.

eleven?

how come?

To be honest, he didn't recognize her at first sight. No one would compare her with Eleven with this face. Although she was so thin and deformed, the mold of her facial features was still there, so she could be recognized.

He didn't recognize it because he never thought that that proud and proud woman would be in such a mess at this moment.

"Claire!" Mo Jue shouted suddenly and turned around angrily. Claire did not follow him down. He was alone in the dungeon, and his anger surged in the air-conditioning.

What did they do to her?

Everything Ye Wei dreamed about was actually real.

"Ah..." Eleven screamed crazily, shouting at Mo Jue with bloodshot eyes, "Mo Ye, let me out, let me out..."

Mo Jue entered the password and opened the glass door. Eleven rushed towards him frantically, punching him. Mo Jue frowned and grabbed her arm. After struggling for days, she had not much strength left, and she No offensive power. Mo Jue grabbed her easily. If someone had dared to hit her like this, and it wasn't Ye Wei, he would have twisted the other person's arm with his backhand. At this moment, he didn't know whether it was because of his compassion or because he loved Wu Jiwu that he didn't do that. , just skillfully circled her hand and controlled her body.

She looked crazy and smelled bad. She hadn't washed in days. Her hair was messy and dry, like withered grass. Her face was even more unreadable. There were a lot of blood stains on her clothes, both old and new. This peculiar smell, mixed with the smell of potion and the fishy smell of blood, was extremely unpleasant and almost nauseating. Mo Jue frowned and lowered his eyes, looking at this woman whom he was not familiar with.

The impression that Eleven gave him was relatively weak. When she was with Ye Wei, she was not as radiant and eye-catching as Ye Wei. The two were a very harmonious combination, one was sharp and sharp, the other was tolerant and restrained, and their temperaments were completely opposite. Most people would focus on Ye Wei and ignore him. From the beginning, she gave him the impression that this person was Ye Wei's good sister.

The only time that left a deep impression was when she chased Mo Ye, pointing her gun at him. From a distance, he only saw her deep in thought. She originally had the opportunity to sabotage their operation in City A, but she missed the opportunity due to her momentary hesitation.

Mo Ye asked him who that woman was, and he said eleven.

Mo Ye said, strange woman.

He didn't know what was strange about him, and he didn't ask, but his brother seemed to treat her a little differently. He had always known that Mo Ye liked Meng Lianling, and he thought he was just conquering the new woman. One who could arouse The woman his brother paid attention to was his deepest impression of Eleven.

But why did she become like this?

Human-like, not human.

Looks like a ghost, but not a ghost.

Brother, what are you doing?

What she suffered seemed like inhuman torture.

Eleven struggled and suddenly grabbed his collar tightly with one hand, his bloodshot eyes filled with sadness and deep hatred, "Mo Ye, why? Why are you doing this to me?"

Claire above was shocked. This was the first time she had spoken to someone in so many days besides crying like crazy. She asked hoarsely over and over again, why?

This voice still carries her strong pride despite the sadness.

"I'm Mo Jue!" Mo Jue lowered his eyes. There were blood marks on the clothes she was holding. Her fingers were like dry wood. He frowned, reached out to cover her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I It’s Mo Jue!”

Eleven waved his hand away. It had been a long time since she had touched the body temperature. Those people wore gloves when injecting poison into her. Their eyes were cold, and even their bodies were cold. Eleven's consciousness seemed to have recovered.

She let go of Mo Jue's hand and suddenly tightened it again, "Weiwei, where is Weiwei?"

"She's fine!" Mo Jue said lightly. He noticed that her hand loosened again, and her scarlet eyes had a hint of stability. His heart felt like it was being pulled hard, and it hurt dull. Even though she was like this, she still cared about Ye Wei?

And Ye Wei actually dreamed about the suffering she was suffering now.

"How could this happen?" Mo Jue asked in a deep voice, "Why do they treat you like this?"

"Get out!" She uttered one word softly, giving the eviction order coldly, turning her back to him, the physical pain making her tremble slightly.

Mo Jue stood quietly behind her. What could he do at this moment?

Let her go?

For a long time, there was no movement behind her. Eleven felt very uncomfortable. The physical torture was grinding away her horns and sharpness bit by bit. She tried to remain happy, but helpless...

The toxins in her body began to spread again, and several toxins began to compete and conflict, tearing at her flesh, causing pain like being torn apart muscles.

Hitting her nerves, she suddenly raised her head and roared.

"Ah..." She suddenly hit the glass wall hard and hard, and blood stains instantly appeared on the glass wall. Mo Jue frowned, sensing something was wrong with her. Claire injected something into her that would make her Has it become like this?

He was surprised that people of the same type understand the same type of people better. If people like them were not in unbearable pain, they would never let themselves go crazy, let alone show such vulnerability when they knew that the enemy was around them. one side.

However, what kind of pain would it be if even they couldn't bear it?

Mo Jue was about to go over and stop him when he suddenly heard footsteps. Almost at the same time, Eleven came back to his senses and attacked Mo Jue crazily. His facial features were completely distorted. While fighting, he asked angrily, "Why? Why?... "

Her voice seemed to be broken, torn to pieces, and her voice was low and deep, "Mo Ye, you ungrateful thing... I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you..."

Chaos appeared in front of her eyes, and she once again mistook Mo Jue for Mo Ye. His attacks were not very powerful or fast, but he attacked so stubbornly. The hatred in his eyes was so strong that it was scary.

While Mo Jue stepped away, he looked outside the glass door. Mo Ye had already arrived. He stood outside coldly, watching Eleven mistakenly identify someone and attack Mo Jue crazily, shouting that he wanted to kill him.

Mo Jue frowned, eleven crazy. There was a trace of complexity in Mo Ye's cold eyes. She finally talked to him. Although she recognized the wrong person, she never asked why he treated her like this. This time, there was a sound in the madness. Ask why.

He kept saying that he was going to kill him.

Kill him!

She hates him!

Yes, how could she not hate him? How could she not hate him when he tortured her like this for no reason?

"You ungrateful thing! You have a bad heart and a dog's heart..." Eleven lost her mind and screamed crazily, hurting herself a little every time she struck. Mo Jue wanted to stop her, but she grabbed her collar and beat her wildly, "Ungrateful, a dog's heart and a dog's heart... I I hate that I didn’t kill you before.”

Mo Jue looked at the crazy Eleven in shock and suddenly shouted, "Eleven, I'm not Mo Ye."

"Yes, you are not. If I had known... that this would happen, I would not have kept you in the first place. I should have killed you long ago." Even though Eleven tried his best, his words were low and heavy.

Mo Ye was shocked, should he have been killed earlier? Why should she have killed him so long ago? She had no chance.

"Farmer and snake... hahahaha... why am I so stupid?" Eleven laughed crazily and slapped him hard. Mo Jue hurriedly dodged it. She seemed to be crying but not crying, and seemed to be sad but not sad. "I hate it." you!"

Mo Jue couldn't stand how crazy she looked, and raised his hand to stun her. Mo Ye suddenly held his hand and threw it away, clasping Eleven's shoulders tightly, "What do you mean?"

He finally realized that something was wrong with Eleven, but how could what a crazy person said be true? He wanted to understand, what on earth was she talking about?

Eleven sneered and said word by word, "I hate you, Mo Ye, you'd better not let me live, otherwise... your life will be mine sooner or later."

"I asked you what you just meant?" Mo Ye shouted suddenly.

Eleven sneered, "Why do you want to inject poison into me?"

"I asked you what you meant by what you just said?"

"Why?" Eleven asked, as if he couldn't hear him at all.

"You want to know why, okay, I'll tell you." The instability and panic in his heart made him become cold and cruel, "The poison on the lotus spirit requires your blood to prepare an antidote."

"Lian Ling...Lian..."

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