Don't Provoke Princess

Mu Qingqing had her eyes closed so that she could clearly see the situation in the cellar. The woman's mind was simple. Another woman was tied up, and the woman was more valuable than the child. If she were to sell it to a trafficker, she would be able to earn a lot of money.    

    

At the same time, Mo Xiaohe also completed the mission with Aa Qi and successfully knocked out three men. They were tied together without much effort. After confirming that they could look favorably on the three men, Mo Xiaohe walked quickly towards the cellar. Although his steps were light, his gaze was still fixated on the three children and the woman below.    

    

The situation under the cellar was a bit complicated. Forget about Mu Qingqing being tied up, the sabre he gave her was taken away by that woman.    

    

"Who are you to him?" The woman squatted in front of Mu Qingqing and shined her flashlight back and forth across her face. Seeing how beautiful she was, she became more satisfied. She could sell even better now.    

    

Mu Qingqing tilted her head and closed her eyes, not saying a word.    

    

"What's the use of being stubborn, aren't you selling it in the mountains to be someone's wife?" The woman snorted.    

    

"You're also a woman, why would a woman make things difficult for a woman?" Mu Qingqing still had her eyes closed, but she had clearly seen her expression.    

    

"I'm a trafficker, and only by selling can I survive. I'm not a woman." The woman laughed arrogantly, but she didn't feel anything unusual about her home.    

    

"Are you still human?" Mu Qingqing asked coldly.    

    

"I only care about money. Without money, I'm nothing. You're talking about human nature, and what are you?" The woman patted Mu Qingqing's face. It wasn't much force, but it was very insulting.    

    

Mu Qingqing clenched her fists, not expecting herself to be in such a passive situation.    

    

"Are these three your own children?" Mu Qingqing asked coldly.    

    

"Yes, of course." When mentioning these three children, the woman's face was filled with an unconventional pride.    

    

"You raise them like animals." Mu Qingqing scolded angrily.    

    

"Pa!" A heavy slap landed on Mu Qingqing's face, angering the woman.    

    

"You're scolding my child?" The woman's expression was a little twisted, and the way she looked at Mu Qingqing was as though she wanted to kill her.    

    

"Do you take these three children for human beings? They are kept in your cellar like animals, you are vicious, and even your children are as vicious as you have taught them to be. " Mu Qingqing told the truth, but the three children kicked her in unison.    

    

After being kicked in the stomach by the three children, Mu Qingqing groaned in pain.    

    

"You're not allowed to scold my mother!" One of the little boys glared at her.    

    

"My little darling, you're so obedient." The woman's heart was like a flower when she heard the little boy's words. The knife in her hand loosened slightly.    

    

"Mo Xiaohe, do it!" He grabbed the board on top of the cellar and dropped down. He kicked, which was originally aimed towards Mu Qingqing's side. Who knew that the woman would use a dagger to stab Mu Qingqing?    

    

At this moment, Mu Qingqing had dodged to the side but was still stabbed. The woman had stabbed her in the side and tied her hands and feet, making it impossible for her to dodge. Mo Xiaohe kicked the woman again.    

    

Mu Qingqing gritted her teeth and did her best not to make a sound. She silently untied the rope behind her.    

    

Mo Xiaohe closed his eyes. His actions were smooth and smooth. He knocked the back of the woman's head, knocked her unconscious, and then neatly grabbed the three kids and stuffed them into the same iron cage one by one. Then he closed the door of the iron cage and used two iron cages to press against the door of the cage. Then he used the small table to trap them inside of the cage.    

    

"Daddy! "Help!" The three children shouted at the same time.    

    

"Unfortunately, your father has also been tied up by me. Even if you all scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you all." Mo Xiaohe said coldly.    

    

Having lost their backer, the three children looked at each other blankly, not knowing what to do.    

    

"Qing." Mo Xiaohe picked up the flashlight on the ground. Only then did he see the military knife that he gave to Mu Qingqing's waist. Now, only the hilt was left. If he had known that the weapon given to him would turn out to be a sharp weapon to wound her, he would never have given her a military knife!    

    

Mu Qingqing's forehead was covered in sweat. She gritted her teeth and said with great difficulty, "Don't worry about me for now. Save my brother."    

    

Mo Xiaohe turned around and saw that Mu Yichen was still lying in the cage. Right now, he couldn't rashly pull out the knife at Mu Qingqing's waist. One mistake could result in a wound of three feet. He hesitated.    

    

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Xiaoyun's medical skills are very good. This kind of injury is not difficult at all for him." Mu Qingqing consoled.    

    

Mo Xiaohe was still worried about the woman lying on the ground, so he untied the rope for her and tied her up tightly. Then, he carried her out of the cellar.    

    

"Brother Mo, why is it so dark here?" Mu Yichen asked weakly while lying on Mo Xiaohe's back.    

    

Black? Mo Xiaohe stared at the faint yellow tungsten filament lamp above his head. He didn't know how to answer Mu Yichen's question. It was night, and it was indeed rather dark. However, it was better to have dim yellow light than not.    

    

"It's night. There are no street lights in the mountain, so of course it's dark." Perhaps, Mo Xiaohe thought, Mu Yichen had just come up from the cellar, and his eyes were still not used to the environment.    

    

After placing Mu Yichen on a bench in the house, Mo Xiaohe rushed to the cellar and carried Mu Qingqingheng out of the dark cellar.    

    

While Mu Qingqing was immersed in the darkness, she closed her eyes to check the surroundings. Her consciousness gradually became unclear. The knife stuck in her waist was exposed, and the clothes at her waist were soaked in a blood-red color.    

    

"Young Master Mo." Aa Qi and Aa Jiu looked at Mu Qingqing, who was in Mo Xiaohe's arms. The hilt of the saber was very obvious and the blood was quite obvious through the thick layer of her pet clothes. It made Aa Qi and Sun Tie a little reluctant to do so.    

    

"I'll drive." Aa Qi quickly came back to his senses and prepared to send Mu Qingqing to the hospital.    

    

"No need." Mo Xiaohe replied coldly. His face was as hard as steel, and his anger was so low that it was terrifying. He looked at the three men lying in the living room with a pair of sharp eyes, then looked back at the cellar.    

    

"Young Master Mo, we have to send Miss Mu to the hospital as soon as possible. We can't delay her like this." Aa Qi thought Mo Xiaohe was waiting for the ambulance and police car to arrive, but the mountain was deserted already. It would take him a whole hour just to get to this place from the town's hospital. Judging by Mu Qingqing's level of bloodshed, the longer they delayed, the more dangerous their lives would be.    

    

"I know, you guys keep an eye on this place. I'll send her to the hospital." After saying that, Mo Xiaohe remembered the three children who were taught badly in the cellar. He reminded them worriedly, "The three children in the iron cage in the cellar are also handed to the police. They are the children of traffickers."    

    

A trace of pity flashed across Aa Qi and Aa Jiu's eyes.    

    

Mo Xiaohe reprimanded him coldly, "He is not a child worthy of sympathy, he is an accomplice."    

    

Aa Qi and Aa Jiu immediately understood, "Don't worry Young Master Mo, we will definitely send them into the police station."    

    

Mo Xiaohe carried Mu Qingqing out the door and headed straight for the top of the mountain. She had said that Mo Xiaoyun had a way to treat her.    

    

The door of the spaceship was opened very quickly. Mo Xiaohe carried Mu Qingqing onto the spaceship in a hurry as they followed the airflow.    

    

"Master." Mo Xiaoyun jumped down from the chair and looked at Mu Qingqing who was in Mo Xiaohe's arms. He could also feel how painful the wounds on Mu Qingqing's body were.    

    

"Little guy, she said you have a way to save her. Hurry up and save her." Mo Xiaohe placed Mu Qingqingping on the ground, his eyes were full of anxiety.    

    

Mo Xiaoyun squatted down and checked the wound on Mu Qingqing's body.    

    

"The knife stabbed her master's kidney. There's no way to save her here. The tools are all on the ship." Mo Xiaoyun raised his head and was not very calm.    

    

"Then take her there." Mo Xiaohe said decisively.    

    

"But, where is Brother Yichen? Is he hurt? " Mo Xiaoyun thought of Mu Yichen.    

    

Mo Xiaohe thought about it hesitantly. Mu Yichen was very weak just now. It was unknown whether it was due to him being fed medicine or some other injury.    

    

"He's very weak."    

    

"Then take him up on the ship, I'll take them to the ship for treatment." Mo Xiaoyun's eyes were clear as he held Mu Qingqing's hand tightly with one hand.    

    

"Alright, I'll go down and bring him over now." Mo Xiaohe said without any hesitation.    

    

Mo Xiaoyun took out a hemostatic drug from his backpack and applied it on Mu Qingqing's wound, causing her to lie down on her side.    

    

"Master, you have to lie down properly later. Stay in this position and don't use any strength on your waist." Mo Xiaoyun warned.    

    

Mu Qingqing nodded slightly, her face turning paler and paler.    

    

Walking into the living room, Aa Qi and Aa Jiu were responsible for guarding the cellar and living room respectively.    

    

Mo Xiaohe walked up to the dying Mu Yichen and hugged him. Only then did he realize that something was wrong with Mu Yichen's condition.    

    

There were heavy bruises on his eyes, and it was unknown what these traffickers used to smash his face. He was beaten very red and swollen, and there seemed to be blood flowing from the back of his head. Mo Xiaohe immediately ripped open Mu Yichen's thick clothes. Only then did he see that Mu Yichen's body was covered in wounds, as if it was beaten with something hard. The clothes looked intact, but the bruises and bruises on the inside made people shudder.    

    

"Brother Mo …" Mu Yichen gasped for breath, finding it difficult to speak.    

    

"These scum!" Mo Xiaohe gritted his teeth as he glared at the three unconscious people on the ground.    

    

"Young Master Mo, I just roughly heard from Third Young Master Mu about the situation. His body seems to be in a broken state, so you should hurry and send him to the hospital." If the fracture lasts too long, I'm afraid it will become serious to the point of amputation. " Aa Qi said rationally.    

    

Mo Xiaohe reached out to zip up Mu Yichen's clothes and quickly picked him up. His steps never stopped.