5096

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Chapter 5096: 5.0848 Scorn

At that time, he had to exhaust himself healing Wuxia while also cleaning up the huge mess Mo Liuqie had created.

Later, for the safety of their son, he reluctantly had to send Little Tangyuan away.

Their happy family of three abruptly became him, alone and solitary. For so many years, he had to endure loneliness, cold, and the sorrow and pain of the deep, quiet nights.

After enduring such hardship, his temperament also changed drastically, becoming prone to unpredictable moods. When his headaches became unbearable, all he wanted was to kill wildly.

He wanted to kill every single person in this world with ill intentions.

Fortunately, everything had returned to its starting point; Little Tangyuan was back, and Wuxia was back too.

Sometimes, this feeling was so beautiful it almost felt unreal, often making him feel as though he were still dreaming.

Did he hate Prince Fulin?

Naturally, he hated him to the bone!

If it weren't for that man's ambitious schemes back then, colluding with rebellious forces from various regions and igniting a war, perhaps he wouldn't have had to endure the suffering of separation from his wife and son for decades.

If Mo Lian were to hear his father grumbling inwardly like this, he'd probably be quite displeased.

If his father hadn't so brilliantly and heroically sent him to the lower star domain back then, he might not have even met his wife.

So, in this world, everything is preordained by fate.

His bond with his dear little wife was a divine match, and no one could ever break that thread of destiny.

"Dad?" Mo Lian reached out and poked his father's sleeve. His father had stopped speaking mid-sentence, just staring at Prince Fulin without a sound or burst of anger. Something felt off.

Mo Liusheng collected himself and, through the large iron cage, gave Mo Liuqie a cold glance. "The way you are now, you are absolutely no match for me."

Mo Liuqie was exceptionally enraged. He gripped the iron cage tightly, pounding heavily on the two narrowly spaced iron bars, roaring, "Do you think you've won? Mo Liusheng, you'll never know what my next move will be!"

"I've left you a generous gift on the twelve streets of the East and West, hahahahaha! You're just too overconfident! That's why you've been defeated by me again and again!"

"Thump, thump, thump." A dark, spherical object was tossed by Mo Lian and landed at Mo Liuqie's feet. "Prince Fulin, no, you've been removed from the Mo clan. Now that you've crowned yourself Prince Duoluo, it's more fitting to call you Prince Duoluo."

Prince Fulin, Mo Liuqie, glared at Mo Lian with wide, gnashing teeth.

This junior dared to provoke him, reminding him again that he had been removed from the Mo clan.

That damned little brat, he must be tired of living!

"Huh? Why are you staring at me? Prince Duoluo, aren't you going to look at what's at your feet?"

"Do you think throwing a random firearm will scare an old man like me?" Mo Liuqie's words stopped halfway. He suddenly realized the word "firearm" and snapped back to reality.

He lowered his head to look at the black spherical object rolling at his feet, slowly knelt down, picked it up with trembling hands, and looked at it, his voice unable to stop shaking slightly. "How... how did you find it?"

Mo Lian looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Don't you understand? Someone by your side... betrayed you."

"On the twelve streets of the East and West, we have the distribution maps of all the firearms you buried."

"Was it hard to find? We dug them all up in three hours," Mo Lian looked at him with amusement. "You can face reality now, can't you? The moment you stepped through the gates of the Dali Temple dungeon, it declared your complete failure."