Mo Yan's entire body exuded an aura that could not be ignored. He pushed mo Sanmiao's hand away and came to elder Ouyang, looking at him.
"It's been a long time,"
"After so many years of drifting along, you didn't expect to have this day, did you?" Elder Ouyang laughed wildly, his old face full of pride.
He waved his hand and the poison men flipped over, surrounding them in a circle, making it difficult for them to escape even if they had wings.
"All you want is my life." Mo Yan said.
"Grandpa!" Seeing this, mo Sanmiao wanted to step forward, but Mo Yan waved his hand to stop him. The housekeeper shook his head at him, indicating that he should not go over.
The Butler knew Mo Yan too well. No matter what, he would never let his grandson get hurt.
