Mo Yi still didn't speak, but made a slightly surprising move.

He stretched out his left hand to Uncle Xiang.

That meaning is quite obvious.

Give money!

Uncle Xiang noticed his movements and said with a smile: "Look at you, you have made a mess downstairs. Is there any courage to come and ask me for money now?"

Mo Yi's movement of stretching out his hand remained unchanged, and he tilted his head slightly.

His eyes were staring at Uncle Xiang as if he was saying: You hired me to kill the person. Are you planning to cheat now?

Uncle Xiang's smile remained unchanged.

"I said you are really cruel. That Miaoyi is a lovely person. You have just let her be bullied for so long."

Mo Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Uncle Xiang Xiang's smiling face.

There was a little more chuckling in his cold eyes, and at this moment, not far behind him.

After chasing Miaoyi, Miaoyi was just about to hear Uncle Xiang's words.

At this moment, Miaoyi felt a little excited and hot inside.

She was directly poured into a deep heart: Mo... Mo Yi deliberately let those people bully her?

I noticed the existence of Miaoyi.

Mo Yi spoke for the first time: "Bored."

Whether it is beautiful or not, what does it have to do with him?

Don’t think he doesn’t know what the purpose of the Tula Pavilion arranged for the supporter to be by his side.

Mo Yida's voice was a bit hoarse and not nice, and even a bit harsh.

But this was the first thing she heard Mo Yi say after Miaoyi contacted Mo Yi for so long.

This made her heart unable to help but feel a little subtle.

As soon as Mo spoke, Uncle Xiang laughed a few times in a good mood.

"It's really not easy to force you to say something."

This kid has said only a handful of things since he entered the Slaughter Pavilion. He is a young man who doesn’t talk much.

Mo Yi returned to his initial expression.

"money!"

He doesn't do a loss-making business, and he will have to pay for him to kill someone.

Uncle Xiang suddenly seemed to have thought of something.

"Do you know that you have broken the rules of the Slaughter Pavilion just now."

Mo Yi's eyes were a little sharper!

rule?

Ah, I remembered that the one named Miaoyi told him.

You cannot kill people in the Slaughter Pavilion.

He seemed to have seen such a rule somewhere.

It seems that this old man is putting a trap for him from beginning to end?

Uncle Xiang looked at Mo Yi's eyes slightly, knowing that he understood.

He walked up and patted Mo Yi's somewhat thin shoulder.

He asked in a tempting way: "Do you want something better than money? That thing can prevent you from following the rules."

Mo Yi and Uncle Shang Xiang's eyes were clear and slowly spit out a word: "Money."

He doesn't need anything better, he only needs money.

If this old man said these nonsense, there was nothing.

He was able to pick the top 30 killers on the slaughter list, and today he could have launched the slaughter pavilion.

Watching him turn back to the ruthless Mo Yi.

Uncle Xiang felt a little regretful.

These eyes are so beautiful!

He hadn't seen such a pure look that was born for killing people for many years.

Unfortunately, he was unwilling to stay in the Tuslaughter Pavilion.

But it doesn't matter, the future is long.

He let go of his hand that was on Mo Yi's shoulder and carried it behind him.

"Don't worry, I will not lose any point in my promise to you."

After receiving Uncle Xiang's words, Mo Yi stopped stopping.

He flew down from the third floor and disappeared from the Tushu Pavilion in the blink of an eye, missing his whereabouts.

Miaoyi began to feel confused when she heard Mo Yi ask Uncle Xiang for money.

She wondered, how could Mo Yi ask for money like Uncle Xiang?

Although Uncle Xiang is the manager of the Tushu Pavilion, he has no right to inquire about the money in the killer's hands.

Could it be that Uncle Xiang entrusted Mo Yi to do something?

"Little girl, what are you thinking?"

Just as Miaoyi was thinking a lot, Uncle Xiang interrupted her.

After hearing this, Miaoyi immediately came back to her senses, and a trace of unnatural flashed across her face; but soon the unnatural trace was hidden by her.

She replied with a smile: "I'm thinking about Mo Yi."

Uncle Xiang was not so easy to fool, but he returned to his usual kind smile.

Leave a sentence: "You are a smart person."

Then he left.

The wonderful clothes and heart are like beating drums.

Uncle Xiang, what is this smart person?

Literal meaning? Or has a deep meaning?

Miaoyi inexplicably thought of what she heard when she came over.

Miaoyi is a lovely person. You have let her be bullied for so long.

At first, she only thought of Mo Yi deliberately letting others bully her, so she forgot to go deeper.

Now that I think about it carefully, why did Mo Yi let her be bullied?

This made her think of the two people who were killed by Mo Yi.

Mo Yi knows that killing is prohibited in the Slaughter Pavilion.

Because on the first day she met Mo Yi, she recited the rules of the Tushu Pavilion to Mo Yi one by one.

So she was very sure that Mo Yi must know that the Tushu Pavilion could not kill people.

Since he knew why he wanted to kill someone, Miaoyi couldn't help but think of his actions to ask Uncle Xiang for money just now.

So can we infer that the act of Mo Yi killing people today was actually instructed by someone else or Uncle Xiang?

And she was a victim from beginning to end.

It was launched to make the victim of the successful implementation of the Moyi Plan.

After figuring this out, Miaoyi couldn't help but chuckled.

What exactly is she expecting?

How could there be great heroes in places like the Tushu Pavilion?

Mo Yi saved her, but it was just a part of his design.

However, after that day, Miaoyi's status in the Slaughter Pavilion suddenly began to rise.

Many people behind the scenes were talking about the heroic deeds of Mo Yi killing two people in the slaughter hall for her anger.

After all, Mo Yi is the only one who has broken the rules and is safe and sound.

During that time, no matter where Miaoyi went, she was always awe of men and envy of women.

After all, if you chop off other people's descendants with one knife, who dares not be afraid of this kind of ruthlessness?

As for envy.
To be continued...