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Chapter 234 No Need to Live

"Miaomiao! Wake up! Hold your brother's hand!"

With a loud roar accompanied by a powerful aura, Jeffery sensed that He Miaozhen in his arms was showing signs of waking up.

No! He can't be dragged up there, he must die, and He Miao must die too!

Only if he and He Miao die, even if they can't die in front of He Suye, will his sister have the chance to live and experience this world.

Jeffery forcefully ignored the fear of being suspended in mid-air and pulled hard on He Miao, shouting at the man as he pulled, "Let go! If you don't let go, I'll get rough with you!"

The other person seemed not to have heard him at all. Jeffery realized that he and He Miao were rising together.

This man actually managed to pull him and He Miao along by himself.

Jeffery held He Miao tightly with one hand, while reaching behind her with the other, he found a gleaming dagger.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You have a saying here: 'If you don't listen to a polite toast, you'll have to drink a penalty shot.' So don't blame me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he viciously stabbed the man with the dagger in his hand. A muffled groan was heard, and warm liquid dripped onto his face.

The next instant, he and He Miao plummeted downwards.

Alright, he can finally die...

However, the thought had barely crossed Jeffery's mind when he felt himself and He Miao's bodies stop again.

He stared in astonishment at the man covered in blood with a dagger stuck in his chest, and pulled them up again.

Isn't he afraid of pain?

Jeffery was momentarily speechless, simply staring blankly at the handsome man.

Meanwhile, the manager next door, who had heard the loud noise, finally dared to rush out. Upon seeing the scene, he screamed, "Help! Someone help me!"

The person outside shouted, "Open the door next door!"

The manager rushed out as if waking from a dream, and Jeffery also came to his senses.

He watched as he and He Miao were pulled up halfway, and suddenly smiled.

It's too late, everything is too late. He Miao won't die, and his sister won't live either, so what's the point of him living?

Mo Yuan saw the psychologist suddenly give a sad smile, and his heart tightened. He blurted out, "Give me your hand!"

The next instant, Mo Yuan felt a lightness in his hand. Due to inertia, he fell backward, and He Miao fell heavily into his arms, bumping right into the dagger.

The excruciating pain made his blood seem to freeze, rendering him unable to move.

"Master!"

When Fifteen finally ran into the door and reached the balcony, all he saw was blood on the floor. He instantly felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he even forgot to react. He just stood there blankly, holding the door, without moving.

It wasn't until the person behind him pushed him aside and rushed in, shouting for an ambulance, that he snapped back to his senses, pulled aside the manager who was blocking his way, knelt down beside Mo Yuan, and cried out urgently, "Young Master, Young Master!"

Mo Yuan raised his lowered eyes and glanced at him.

Still conscious...

Fifteen breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could relax, his heart jumped again when he saw the dagger stuck in his chest.

So deep, the puncture wound is still in the chest...

"Ah!" the manager cried out again, "He fell! That murderous brat fell!"

"He fell? He wouldn't be dead even if he died ten thousand times!" Fifteen roared, but his vision blurred, and when he touched his face, it was covered in tears.

"I'm fine, look at her..." Mo Yuan raised a finger, seemingly unable to muster any strength, but gestured with his eyes to He Miao lying next to him.

Fifteen quickly and quietly pulled He Miao over to check on her. After a moment, he said in a tearful voice, "Young Master, she's fine. She just has a scratch on her neck, nothing serious... But you, what do you mean, 'you're alright'?"

"A wound on the neck?" Mo Yuan ignored the second half of Fifteen's sentence, coughed lightly and said, "I promised her a sister who was unharmed."

Fifteen's tears fell even more fiercely, and her tone couldn't help but carry a hint of resentment: "It's all because of her that you got hurt, young master. Why does she always have so much trouble..."

"Shut up!" Mo Yuan snapped, blood seeping through his clothes from his chest.

Shiwu immediately stopped speaking, handed He Miao over to the manager, knelt down beside her, covered her mouth, and cried.

A grown man was kneeling on the ground, crying uncontrollably, but no one thought he was pathetic; they only felt sorry for him.

Fortunately, because of prior preparation, the paramedics arrived quickly with a stretcher.

"You didn't touch the wound, did you?"

"I didn't move, I didn't dare to move," Fifteen replied hastily.

"Okay, help lift his foot, and someone hold his waist, making sure not to touch his wound."

The group carefully lifted Mo Yuan onto a stretcher, and after a great deal of effort, finally got him into the ambulance.

Fifteen was about to follow the ambulance when he felt a hand grab his clothes.

He followed the hand and saw Mo Yuan's face, which was completely bloodless. He quickly asked, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

"You, you don't follow me."

"No, how can I not follow you when you're like this?" Fifteen felt a lump in his throat as he spoke, but he was a man, and with so many people around, he tried his best to hold back his tears. "Young Master, don't worry, you'll definitely be alright!"

"That's not what I meant." Mo Yuan looked in a certain direction.

Following his gaze, Shiwu saw He Miao being held in the manager's arms.

He Miao had woken up, and the wound on her neck had been treated. It was wrapped in white gauze, like a scarf, and she looked blank.

Having followed Mo Yuan for so long, Shiwu suddenly understood and asked, "You want me to send her to He Suye?"

He was now calling her "He Suye" instead of "Miss He," and although he didn't say it aloud, it didn't mean he didn't feel resentment.

Mo Yuan ignored that and only used his last strength to instruct, "Take her sister to the airport, and then apologize for me for accidentally hurting her."

"An apology?! You even..."

Mo Yuan interrupted him directly: "I don't have much strength. Listen to me, and then go and get it done. If I wake up and hear that there's something you can't do well, then don't come with me anymore. Go back and find your father."

His father was stationed at the border, a solemn job, but it was too oppressive and boring for Fifteen. However, Fifteen was not in the mood to talk about that right now. He just nodded repeatedly as he looked at Mo Yuan's increasingly weak face: "Tell me, I will definitely do it well!"

At Kyoto Airport, a plane from Miyako slowly landed.

A beautiful figure quickly ran off the plane and headed straight for the exit, followed by a flight attendant shouting, "Passenger! Passenger, you haven't taken your luggage!"

A sudden noise startled everyone, causing them to turn their heads.

"what happened?"

"What happened? Is there a problem at the airport?"

"The ground collapsed at Xiacheng Airport a while ago, we can't be going to experience the same thing here..."

A gentle female voice rang out: "Everyone, don't panic. That lady is in a family emergency, it's not a problem at the airport."

The woman's voice was clear and bright, seemingly possessing a magical power to calm people's minds. The scene was finally calmed down, and the flight attendant finally caught up with He Suye at the exit.

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