The little boy's innocent voice was filled with sadness and pain, and every word was faintly filled with trembling sound.

Qu Tan'er's nose was sore after hearing it.

Mo Liancheng didn't interrupt from beginning to end.

There are different separations and deaths happening in the world every day. Apart from his favorite love, he really has no leisure to accompany others to hurt the spring and fall. However, he still checked for the old man, "Not only is he old, he is also poisoned, and the toxins have entered his heart."

If it weren't for the strong will, I'd probably have died long ago.

Even though Qiqi heard this, he looked back at Mo Liancheng in disbelief, turned his head, and his deep gaze was fixed in the old man's chest. The old man's face was already blue and he was lying on the bed, dying.

Qiqi suddenly gritted his teeth and took off the old man's clothes. He saw a black and purple vertical line on the old man's dry chest. Regardless of the shape or pattern, it was as ferocious as a centipede with its teeth and claws. It scratched from top to bottom, until its navel before stopping.

Qu Tan'er's pupils shrank, and anger surged in her heart.

Who did it?!

If it were another old man, she might have sympathized with him, but she wouldn't be so angry!

Because this person is a fellow villager... his mood is always a little complicated and special.

Mo Liancheng only glanced at him, his eyes flashed, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

The turbid eyes of Qiqi slowly moved slowly, and his eyes that had gradually lost their light and lost their light. He could no longer see the person in front of him. He could only follow the vague shadow and opened his mouth with difficulty, "I, I... the only thing that I can't let go is Qiqi! Messenger, please... please... take care of... well, good him."

He tried hard to finish his words, but the little boy who was lying on his body and cried bitterly, struggling with his trembling hands little by little, putting them on the top of the boy's head. In the end, he still couldn't reach the boy's head. After saying the last word, his hand drooped down uncontrollably.

The old man's eyes slowly closed.

"Great Grandpa!"

Qiqi's shrill cry resounded all around.

Those who were looking for the great master probably heard the movement here and almost all rushed over here.

The Qiqi Grandpa has just died, and the matter that remains behind must be dealt with.

Qu Tan'er sighed lightly. It was rare to meet a dressed one, but she died so early, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad and regretful in her heart. If she and Chengcheng could meet him earlier, maybe he wouldn't have died.

Things are unpredictable!

The couple couldn't help with the rest of the matter. Staying there would only cause trouble for everyone, so they left silently.

When the two returned home, Qu Tan'er thought about it and sent a few servants to Qiqi's house to see. If you have anything to help, please help me.

Afterwards, she went to Moliancheng's study.

In the study room.

Mo Liancheng sat upright in front of the desk, posing with a booklet.

Qu Tan'er walked over, opened it curiously, and put it down with a strange expression, "Huh? There's nothing?"

"Yes." Mo Liancheng told her confidently.

Qu Tan'er guessed, "Is it possible that some special method was used to hide the handwriting?"

Mo Liancheng casually flirted with the old-looking booklet, "Tan'er, this old man is more cautious than I thought. This Qiqi... may be a little troublesome to raise."
Chapter completed!