Chapter 130 Chapter 130 Fate cannot be changed?

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The angry young leader gave people an extremely terrifying aura. He knocked the leader of the assassination team into the ground with one punch and pressed on him, hitting him hard.

"Why do this to innocent people?" His voice was filled with anger and cruelty. "Just for power, for a position of prestige, you allow the pollution to spread to innocent people!"

Because of these things, his companions, his family, and that world...

Blood flowed from the corner of Xanxus' mouth, but he smiled ostentatiously. "You have the bloodline of a lifetime, and I have none. But even if I have nothing, I will still sit on the throne."

"You can win this time, not because of you, but because the Nest Mother is helping you." He said in a low voice, "What if he...is gone?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi's brows were sharp with a cold edge. "What do you mean?"

Xanxus's blood-red, cold pupils shifted, looking towards the camera. He looked at the young, gray-haired Nest Mother, whose face was covered in blood. He opened his lips and said, "Just a word of advice: The Factory will be your grave, Nest Mother."

Mo Shiyu looked up at the screen with his face unchanged, only the color in his eyes deepened slightly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his beautiful golden-red eyes had regained their composure. He spoke in a low, cold voice, "My family will not tolerate members who collude with pollution."

He lowered his head and looked directly into those bloodshot eyes. "Xanxus, I will dig out what you know bit by bit."

Mo Shiyu looked at the boy on the screen and slowly lowered his eyes.

By the time everything was over, the guardians were almost recovered.

After Mo Shiyu took away the pollution on their bodies, they were left with only some external injuries that were difficult to heal completely for the time being. Several scarred teenagers gathered together without fear of pain and surrounded Sawada Tsunayoshi to celebrate his victory.

"Tenth generation! That's great!"

The adults standing outside the venue also breathed a sigh of relief. Xia Maer smoked with a decadent look on his face, "I'm exhausted from taking care of the little brat these past few days. Only a date with a beautiful woman can heal my soul."

Dino smiled and glanced at Mo Shiyu subtly.

A mist suddenly rose in the air. After the mist dissipated, a beautiful boy with blue hair and heterochromia appeared beside She Yu. His face was still a little pale, and it was obvious that he had not recovered from the fatal injury a few days ago.

He tilted his head, staring at Mo Shiyu with a pair of strange eyes, "You look like a teenager, it's really rare."

Mo Shiyu looked at him sideways, "How is your injury?"

"Thanks to you, I'm almost well again." Mukuro leaned back against a nearby tree, looking up at the young men from the Vongola family walking out of the school. His eyes darkened. "With you helping them, there's no need for me to do anything."

There was a rare hint of sincerity in the boy's words. Mo Shiyu chuckled, "You and Reborn have both hinted that I won't be able to sleep if I don't come back to see them."

He had no intention of reading any further, so he stood up and prepared to turn around and leave.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who came out of the school, called out to him, "...Xiaoyu-nii."

Mo Shiyu stopped and looked back at the young leader whose expression was hidden in the darkness, "Congratulations on officially becoming the tenth generation leader of Vongola, Tsunayoshi-kun."

There was no trace of joy on Sawada Tsunayoshi's face. He whispered, "Where are you going?"

"Don't you want to stay for dinner?"

There was still a golden-red flame burning on his forehead, but his whole body was shrouded in the shadow of the playground. For a moment, his expression did not seem like that of a junior high school student.

Mo Shiyu said, "My body is not here to begin with. I only came to see you because I was worried. Now that I have seen you, I will naturally leave."

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't speak at first.

Mo Shiyu looked at the child he had watched grow up, but now he couldn't recognize him. He walked closer and asked, "What's wrong?"

After taking a few steps closer, he finally saw through the darkness and saw Sawada Tsunayoshi's still bright and gentle eyes. Before Mo Shiyu could see his expression clearly, he suddenly hugged Mo Shiyu, and his voice seemed to be choked for a moment, "Brother Xiaoyu, don't go."

Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Tsunayoshi Sawada usually looks carefree and useless. He is actually not the type to express his emotions. Instead, he always keeps his emotions under control very well.

This seemed to be the first time such an uncontrollable hug had happened.

Perhaps it was because the battle tonight was too brutal, even though he won in the end, he was still afraid.

Mo Shiyu sighed softly in his heart and hugged Sawada Tsunayoshi back.

"Because of what Xanxus said?" Mo Shiyu lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Don't worry, I won't take the initiative to go to that factory. I know that more haste makes waste."

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't let go of his hand. "You are the most important. Please take care of yourself a little more."

Even if Mo Shiyu was slow, he realized something was wrong. "Tsunayoshi-kun, what's wrong with you?"

"I remembered something about the future." The brown-haired boy whispered.

"In that future, something happened that hit you hard. You said something to me one day."

The image of the thin and exhausted figure appeared in front of Tsunayoshi Sawada's eyes. It was a few days before the end of everything. Mo Shiyu seemed to be reminiscing about someone. He sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, pouring wine on the ground.

"I clearly prevented the explosion, but in the end, I still couldn't prevent their fate," he said. "That day seemed to foreshadow something. Since then, I've never been able to change fate again, neither yours nor mine."

The future nest mother's mind gradually fell into the abyss, not entirely because of Karasuma Renya's potion.

Many people died in his arms. That was a bloody wake-up call given to him after he had tried his best and mistakenly thought he had changed everything.

Mo Shiyu's expression suddenly changed. The implicit meaning of this sentence almost made him lose his composure. "Impossible. What nonsense are you talking about... Impossible!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him, his fingers clenched tightly. "I don't know who you have saved or tried to change whose fate, but this time, please don't bear it alone."

Strangely, just after Sawada Tsunayoshi finished saying this, Mo Shiyu suddenly heard the sound of glass marbles rolling on the floor.

In the quiet air, one sound after another.

A crisp, creepy beating sound.

His pupils froze and vacant for a second, which was keenly noticed by Reborn. "What's wrong?"

Mo Shiyu's pupils rolled, and no one around reacted. This sound was not meant to be heard here.

It was the sound coming from his real body.

"clang."

The marble hit the can, making a crisp sound.

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Mo Shiyu's scalp tightened, and a strong sense of disharmony and crisis gripped his entire mind.

No, something is wrong.

Mo Shiyu immediately closed his eyes. His real body, who was taking a nap against the wall in Hagiwara Kenji's house, opened his eyes. He leaned against the wall, tilted his head and looked out through the gap in the curtains.

There was no one in the empty corridor.

A glass marble appeared from nowhere, bounced on the ground, and pushed the can.

It was the can he saw before coming to Namimori, the one that suddenly appeared in the corridor outside Kenji Hagiwara's house even though there was no one there.

Although he felt something was wrong at the time, he did not care because Bingsheng's situation was urgent.

The next second, right under his eyelids, a bloody gray eyeball flowed out from the gap in the can.

The eyeball had been deflated by a sharp weapon and melted on the ground like rotten tofu, with tissue fluid flowing all over the floor.

Mo Shiyu's expression suddenly changed.

This eyeball was a color very similar to his own, as if hinting at something.

The can was pushed by the marble and rolled to the door very close to him, then stopped suddenly.

Mo Shiyu's cold gaze was fixed on the gap in the can, where he saw a corner of a piece of paper covered with plastic film sticking out.

Instead of opening the door, he pulled out a dagger and cut his palm again. The blood coagulated into a tiny seed that drilled out of his wound and fell to the ground. The slender roots that grew out drilled into the ground and the crack in the door, stretched into the inside of the can and violently pried around, directly inflating the can. After making sure that there was nothing else inside, the roots hooked the piece of paper and took it out, stroking the surface inch by inch to wipe off the blood.

There were two lines of words written on it. Surprisingly, they were in Russian.

The handwriting is different. The upper line is more graceful, while the lower line is more vigorous and lively.

"The grand banquet begins in Shinjuku, and it won't stop until the Nest Mother arrives."

"Mo Sang, whether you come or not, many people will die~?"

Who is it? A Russian terrorist organization?

Mo Shiyu's face looked frighteningly ugly. What this piece of paper meant was that the so-called banquet was just a preview of a terrorist attack.

It was a trap blatantly set for him.

Shinjuku is an extremely prosperous commercial district. Is he planning to use the lives of ordinary people in Shinjuku tonight as a bargaining chip to threaten him?

Mo Shiyu suddenly remembered something, took out his cell phone, and opened the text message page with Hagiwara Kenji.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight? I know a good barbecue restaurant."

"good."

"See you at the Shinjuku subway entrance at 7pm."

Mo Shiyu glanced at his phone. It was 18:54. He finally couldn't control himself and let out a curse. He quickly called the police officer.

"The number you dialed cannot be connected. Please try again later."

The same result occurred when playing against Jinpei Matsuda.

An extremely ominous premonition gripped his entire mind, and Mo Shiyu himself didn't even realize that his hands were shaking.

He stood up, opened the door and strode out.

The other party was able to run here to deliver the letter, but did not choose to attack him. He must be waiting for him to go to Shinjuku.

"Although the clone's age doesn't match and it's likely to be recognized, I can't worry about that now." Mo Shiyu spoke quickly, "Sheyu, lend me your doll body that's closest to Shinjuku."

The white-haired doll in his arms opened its mouth and said, "Okay."

Before his consciousness extended outward, Mo Shiyu paused, and everything flashed before his eyes.

"I clearly prevented the explosion, but in the end I still couldn't prevent their fate."

He took a deep breath, took out his cell phone and made a call.