Chapter 1142

“Xiaxia…

might be related to the Bei Family of the Miao Domain,” Nangong Xu met his gaze and calmly said, “The blood in her body is quite unusual.”

Mu Xiaojiu did not speak; in fact, he had considered the mysteries of the little creature’s bloodline and her origins.

But he didn’t want to think too much, and each time, he was reluctant to delve deeper.

Perhaps he was truly selfish; he only wanted to keep her by his side, to have her obediently be his woman.

Once he thought too much, ripping open too many truths, perhaps…

he would truly lose her.

“Mr. Xiaojiu, I didn’t intend to make this matter public, but now…”

Nangong Xu lowered his head, looking at the girl lying on the hospital bed, pallid, and felt a twinge in his heart.

“If my guess is correct, the blood of the Bei Family… might really be able to save her.”

Mu Xiaojiu suddenly stood up.

Nangong Xu was a bit surprised, staring at his somber face: “Mr.

Xiaojiu…”

“Pack up, we leave immediately for Bei Miao.”

…

No one expected that Mu Xiaojiu would actually leave as soon as he said he would.

After deciding to go to Bei Miao, his private plane quickly landed in the backyard of Sihai Residence.

Mu Xiaojiu himself carried the still unconscious Baili Xia, moving through the night.

The number of people who knew about his departure was not many, only himself and Nangong Xu, as well as Mu Xiaoyao, Ye Hua, and Leng Yu.

The left-behind Mu Xiaoyao had an urgency in his eyes: “Uncle, are you sure you don’t need me to accompany you?”

Mu Xiaojiu was already seated in the back of the helicopter, holding Baili Xia, who despite being on a drip, still had not regained consciousness.

He glanced at Mu Xiaoyao and said coldly: “At this time, ‘I’ cannot leave.

You must stay here to make them believe I am still in Jin City.”

“Understood.” Mu Xiaoyao nodded.

Glancing one more time at the girl in Uncle’s arms, he immediately disembarked the helicopter.

The ambush at the hunting ground was clearly a deliberate setup.

Although Uncle had not said who it was, Mu Xiaoyao was certain; perhaps he had a hunch in his mind.

At this time, “Mr. Xiaojiu” couldn’t afford to leave.

He just felt uneasy; that girl had been comatose for three days and three nights without waking.

Going to Bei Miao, can they really save her?

With time pressing, Mu Xiaoyao didn’t stay on the plane to delay them.

Nangong Xu took the co-pilot’s seat, Ye Hua stepped into the pilot’s seat, and took a look at Mu Xiaojiu in the rearview mirror: “Mr.

Xiaojiu…”

“Depart!”

His brief and forceful response, how much hidden anxiety, insecurity, and even fear did it mask?

Mr.

Xiaojiu’s fear was palpably clear to both Nangong Xu and Ye Hua.

The strong fear nothing, but this time, the crisis facing Miss Xiaxia had him frightened to this extent.

But this time, even if Miss Xiaxia awoke, what Mr.

Xiaojiu would have to face afterward, might be beyond their imagination.

The helicopter slowly rose from the backyard of Sihai Residence, hovering in the sky for a moment.

Then, it swiftly flew towards a certain direction.

Mu Xiaoyao stood still, waiting for the wind from the helicopter to subside, and by then, the silhouette of the aircraft in his vision had turned into a mere blur.

Bei Miao, could it really bring Baili Xia back to life?

What exactly was her relationship with Bei Miao?

Countless threads of thought tangled in his mind, still unclear, yet he wondered whether this trip to Bei Miao could unravel some of the mysteries?