100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Ye Wei smiled and ran her fingers across Mo Jue's face, teasingly and a little bit sarcastically, "It's rare, beauty, you are much more honest."

Mo Jue lowered his eyes to look at the woman in his arms and sneered, "Unlike you, I have never been true!"

From the time he met her to the present, except for seeing her true nature during the first fight, the Ye Wei he saw always wore a charming mask. She was not changeable, and her smiles varied between thick and thin.

Some are seductive, some are clear, some are domineering, and some are soft, but they are all a kind of performance. He rarely sees the truth in her eyes, but he does... Mo Jue is very unwilling and feels very sad. I am not angry, and I always keep this kind of depression deeply stored up, because I understand that if any of them is true, they will be finished.

She always guarded her bottom line and didn't let him cross it. Sometimes he felt that Ye Wei was really smart. She looked very smart, and she didn't hesitate to show her smartness with every move she made. It made people feel that she was very sharp and didn't understand. Be restrained, no matter how smart a person like this is, there is a limit, but she is not. She shows it deliberately, but her calmness and intelligence are much deeper than what she shows.

No one understands her position better than her, and no one knows what she wants better than her. If you don't treat her sincerely, don't expect her to treat you sincerely. If you don't get her wholehearted trust, she and you will be together. There is always a layer of veil between them.

This was the feeling between him and her. She didn't believe him, so she never got close to him, nor would she let him get close. Even if she did occasionally, it was some specious emotion, like seeing flowers in the smoke.

He knew better than ever that this woman, like a floating cloud, would not stay for anyone, but he desperately wanted to pick off this floating cloud. He couldn't think of anything better than keeping her in one place. Method.

Every time he felt that she was approaching him, she would always pour a basin of cold water on him, chilling all his thoughts. Therefore, he hated this feeling. He was Mo Jue, how could he be controlled by someone? Pass?

He must be in control of everything. He is the protagonist of his life. Others can only listen to him. He no longer wants to let Ye Wei come and go as she pleases. When he was at the beach villa, he had made up his mind, one step at a time. , broke her wings.

No matter the cost, even if she hates him.

Anyway, this woman will not love anyone, nor will she trust anyone except those in the first terrorist organization, let alone trust him, so why should he be merciful.

Simply, destroy everything!

The more he is with her, the clearer his thoughts of destruction together become, as if he can't wait to hold her prisoner, pull her to fall into hell together, hurting her and hurting himself.

Ye Wei watched him remain silent and suddenly changed the subject, "Do you think there will be an ice cellar here?"

Otherwise, why is it so cold? The temperature is very strange. Autumn in London is cold, but here it is bitingly cold. The cold wind blows in waves, which makes it feel a bit like hell.

Mo Jue looked around, his lips pursed into a straight line, showing no signs of happiness or anger. Ye Wei didn't bother to care. She raised her eyes to look at the original painting on the wall. This painting... The target of tonight's fight was this painting. Now he and she were still hugging each other. They were both a little greedy for each other's warmth, but they started to move after a while. How cold should the hands be? The silver needle in her hand is ready to be shot. With her two legs and one arm, there is no way she can win.

She didn't want to lose this painting.

Mo Jue also followed her gaze and looked at the paintings on the wall. He snorted coldly and asked, "Are you really going to go against me?"

"It's you who wants to go against me." Ye Wei smiled, leaned against him, and drew circles on his chest with her slender fingers, as if she was writing something or seducing him. She looked very charming. , "You know that I am determined to get this painting. The slave family has no experience of losing it, and I don't plan to make an exception this time. Of course, if you can take it away from me, we will deal with it differently."

"With your poor body now?" Mo Jue held her hand that was causing trouble, slightly hooking up the corners of his lips, brewing a storm in his purple eyes, sarcastically mercilessly, "You are no match for me even if your two arms are intact, and one arm is... What can you do to me? I've almost figured out your tricks. Mine, you may not. No matter how explosive you are, you are no match for me. Why do you have to get yourself covered in bruises every time?"

"It's not a good thing to be too confident. Maybe the gunfire from above will alert the mercenaries below, and none of us will have to fight for it. We will all die here. Is this a good result?" Ye Wei smiled. He said, gently breaking away from his hand.

"That's good, at least you can't go anywhere." Mo Jue miraculously did not deny her words. Ye Wei was a little surprised, but after all, Ye Wei didn't show it.

Mo Jue seemed to be greedy for this kind of atmosphere, and allowed Ye Wei to hold her tightly. Suddenly, a soft sound came from the top of the secret room. They wouldn't hear it, but their hearing is very keen and they would immediately notice something was wrong.

It's gunfire...

Who fired the shot?

Eleven, or silver face? There were only two of them up there. They listened intently and heard a sound. The rest could not be heard. Ye Wei's face turned pale. Eleven was no longer a match for Silver Face.

In addition, Yin Mian is extremely cold and ruthless and doesn't care whether Mo Jue falls alive or dead. However, Eleven will be worried about her safety and will inevitably be distracted. This makes him no match for him. .

Who fired this shot? Why did you fire just one shot?

Will it alert the mercenaries downstairs? Even if Silver Face fires, he won't be able to leave. Unless he fights hard, he won't be able to get out.

Eleven, eleven...

Ye Wei's fingertips trembled, and Mo Jue looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes were cold, "Guess who died?"

Ye Wei's face was pale and her whole body was stiff, and she suddenly smiled. Mo Jue's expression changed, and he suddenly felt a very subtle pain in his back, which turned into a sharp pain, and his limbs were numb.

His face was as heavy as Hell, and his purple eyes revealed a crazy murderous aura, as if he wanted to tear her into pieces. He was so fierce, like a wild beast, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

She was serious about attacking him. As soon as this thought came to her mind, Ye Wei quickly stood up and landed the silver needle on several large points on his chest. Mo Jue was instantly unable to move, his purple eyes as fierce as a demon.

Ye Wei stood up coldly and said calmly, "I know I'm not your opponent, but that doesn't mean I can't subdue you? Mo Jue, you are too confident."

"Do you really dare?" Mo Jue's voice was deep, and when you listened carefully, you realized there was deep pain.

"There's nothing I don't dare to do, it's just whether I'm willing or not." Ye Wei quickly stopped talking and quickly looked at the secret room. There was no way there was no door. How could these things be put in here without a door?

There are just traps everywhere.

She was focused on Eleven, and had no time to look at Mo Jue's increasingly cold expression behind her. She calmly looked for the trap. The layout was similar to the secret room above, but it looked smaller.

How to get out?

The more worried I was, the more panicked I became.

"Ye Wei, you really want to know if Eleven is dead?" Mo Jue asked coldly. He sat motionless and spoke coldly, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Ye Wei looked back, showing anger, and said decisively, "She will not die."

"Then why are you panicking? What are you trying to do to stop me?" Mo Jue asked with a sneer. She could not see the expression in her slightly lowered eyes. If she had seen it, it would have been bloody and cruel. For the sake of Eleven, she would actually do something to him. Start?

She's going to kill him, right?

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you." Ye Wei said in a deep voice, looking for the mechanism step by step. Suddenly, an idea flashed. When Eleven and Yinmian were fighting, it was Yinmian who moved the gem on the statue of the Holy Goddess, and they fell into the trap. .

A hint of understanding flashed through her dark eyes. She stood in front of the statue of the Holy Goddess, replaying the details of their two moves in her mind. She squinted to see the bright pearl. That was the key. Ye Wei jumped up and turned the scepter. The pearl, the door, opened in response.

"It's done." She felt happy, jumped down, and looked at the opened door in surprise. As soon as she moved her steps, she thought of Mo Jue behind her. Do you want to take him with you? No, if she let him go, she wouldn't be able to leave at all. Mo Jue would have to twist her to death.

Just as she was thinking about it, Ye Wei suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind. She was shocked and it was too late to escape. She only felt a pain in her neck and her vision went black. She fell softly into a warm embrace.

Why, will he be fine? This was the only thing Ye Wei thought about before she fell into coma...

Mo Jue looked deeply at the woman in his arms, with a terrifying anger on his face, and sparks jumped. He hugged Ye Wei sideways, and suddenly the secret room lit up, and the dark space seemed like daytime.

A middle-aged British man who was dressed very noble and elegant led a group of people into the secret room. He was fair-skinned, but had a beard. Not only did he not look out of place, but he looked very harmonious, and he looked aristocratic all over his body. Vigorous, but also revealing a bit of elegance.

Behind him were several well-dressed guards, all armed with firearms.

"Second Young Master, we haven't seen each other for many years, but you still have the same style." He smiled broadly and came over. Just as he was about to hug Mo Jue, he realized that he was holding a woman in his arms, which seemed inappropriate, so he smiled and passed her by.

"My lord, long time no see." Mo Jue suppressed all expressions and said hello calmly.

"Who is this?"

"The person who stole the painting."

"What?" A sinister look flashed across Earl Henry's face.

Mo Jue said calmly, "I want this person."

Earl Henry smiled and said, "Oh, then I won't ask. Whatever the second master likes, you can take it as you please."

"really?"

"Of course, thanks to you helping me design the mechanism, I haven't lost a single treasure in so many years. If you like anything, take it as you like. If it weren't for you, countless treasures here would have been stolen." Earl Henry said boldly. , his eyes glanced at Ye Wei intentionally or unintentionally, and when he saw Mo Jue's eyes darkening, he realized what was going on and stopped looking at her.

Mo Jue raised his chin, "My eldest brother wants that painting."

Earl Henry followed his gaze, hesitated, and ordered someone to take down the painting. Mo Jue was not polite and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble the Earl again."

"explain!"

"Please help me transport this batch of cultural relics to Sicily. The price will be paid."

"No problem, as the Second Young Master orders, I will definitely do it without making any mistakes." Henry said flatteringly, "If you see what you like, take it, don't be polite to me."

"No need." Mo Jue said lightly, glanced at Ye Wei in his arms, and said to Earl Henry, "Someone will contact you later to ship the goods. You put the paintings together. If possible, we will ship tonight. The sooner the better.”

"Second Young Master, don't worry. With Henry as my escort, there will be no problem with this batch of cultural relics." Earl Henry assured with a pat on his chest. Mo Jue nodded, "Then I'll take my leave."

He hugged Ye Wei and walked out of the secret room slowly.

Weiwei, you must not have thought that I designed all the mechanisms in this castle, right?

A sneer curled up at the corner of his lips, and he carried her down the stairs step by step. On the wall, white candles lit up the darkness, and Mo Jue's face against it was also light and dark. There was coldness and darkness, and the already weird temperament became more prominent. , even revealing a bloodthirsty ruthlessness.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the pale Ye Wei. Her long hair was hanging down and her arms were hanging down. Even with the mask, she did not hide the arrogance between her eyebrows. For some reason, she was in his arms, but he felt that this time In an instant, she was thousands of meters away from him.

So close to the end of the world.

He walked very slowly step by step, the candlelight dragging a long shadow behind him, three parts cold, three parts brazen, and four parts lonely.

Very sad feeling.

A man next to Earl Henry asked, "My lord, who is he and why do you treat him with such respect?"

"He..." Earl Henry smiled, "the hardest man in the world."

The man seemed puzzled, and Earl Henry shook his head, "Forget it if you don't understand."

In the woods under the castle, Rongyan looked at the watch in his hand, feeling very anxious. The appointed time had passed, and Ye Wei and Eleven were nowhere to be seen. Did something happen? Ye Wei and Eleven had no intention of letting Rong Yan take risks. After all, Rong Yan was not them. However, Rong Yan was afraid that they would have a shootout and was overwhelmed by the response. In the end, they still insisted on coming. Ye Wei had no choice but to let her drive and wait for the response.

An hour passed after the agreed time, but no one came out, but she saw many people going in.

I can't help but feel worried.

Suddenly, he saw Mo Jue coming out holding the unconscious Ye Wei, his face was shocked...

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Please give me a gold medal. Youmi noticed that Mo Laoer is quite dark. . . .