Chapter 894 Where Are You Going?

Wen Churan shook off Mucheng's hand and complained, "I don't want to stay here any more!"

As she said that, she put her hands on her slender neck, "Mucheng, you may not be able to understand that when I stay in this place, in this bedroom, even when I sleep, I feel like there are hands strangling my neck. The feeling of being suffocated but unable to die is too painful! To me, this place is the devil’s prison!”

Wen Churan suddenly became excited, his face became distorted with pain, and he let out a shrill scream, "I can't stay any longer! I really can't stay any longer!"

She looked like a crazy woman.

Seeing that something was wrong, Mucheng hurriedly took her hands that were clasping her neck, hugged her tightly into his arms, caressed her back, and comforted her softly, "Okay, okay... I'll take you away. Let me take you away now... We will go back to country E with Little Milk Tank, and we will never come here again..."

Perhaps due to the effect of these words, Wen Churan's mood gradually calmed down, and his body was like a deflated balloon, slumped in Mucheng's arms.

In the silence, one could clearly hear the woman's heavy breathing coming from her nose.

At this time, Little Milk Tank tugged on Mucheng's trousers with her small hands, her delicate face full of worry, "Mucheng Shu, is Mommy getting sick again..."

Yes...it's happening...

In fact, Mucheng didn't know whether this was considered a disease.

In the past five years, Wen Churan's emotions occasionally became extremely extreme and completely lost her mind. She looked like a crazy woman who had gone crazy!

The symptoms during the onset of the disease were basically to strangle her neck with both hands. If there was no one around, she would probably strangle herself to death like this.

For this reason, Mucheng also took her to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist said that she had a heart disease and that medication was almost useless and she could only rely on herself.

Mucheng understood that as long as she could not get rid of the past, she would not be able to cure her heart disease.

After Wen Churan's emotions completely calmed down, Mucheng picked up the small milk jug with one hand and supported her with the other, "How are you? Can you still go?"

Wen Churan nodded and took the lead in walking toward the door. His thin back and limping steps made people feel distressed.

When they reached the first floor and were about to step out of the door, a large group of guards suddenly came from outside, each holding a long gun and surrounding them.

Mucheng subconsciously protected Wen Churan behind him and frowned to observe the situation in front of him.

If it weren't for Sheng Shimo's order, how could these guards dare to stop him with their guns?

Sure enough, soon, there was a sound of leather shoes hitting the floor outside the door.

Da da da--

Crisp and powerful, every stroke feels like stepping on the apex of the heart.

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure appeared at the door.

Who else could it be besides Sheng Shimo?

He appeared with his back to the dazzling light, and the warm sun behind him stretched his shadow, making him look like a devil from hell.

Everywhere the man went, there seemed to be a layer of ice.

The cold wind howls and goes straight to the bone marrow.

It's really eerie and weird...

Sheng Shimo stopped only a few steps away, his cold gaze like a blade, gliding across Mucheng's body, and then looked at Wen Churan, who was protecting him behind him.

A ghostly voice sounded immediately.

"Where are you going?!"