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Chapter 31 A Realistic Story

Huan Huan paused and opened his mouth, wanting to ask him, what about Zi Yin? What should she do? She is your current fiancée!

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them alive.

According to her understanding of Mo Jia, he does not look like a playboy who can play with emotions. Compared with the woman lying in the sarcophagus, Zi Yin's appearance was delayed for an unknown amount of time. In Mo Jia's heart, there was no possibility that there would be

Her position. But why did Zi Yin say that she and Mo Jia were in love?

Putting aside this complicated matter for the time being, Huanhuan finally asked the question that he wanted to know the most.

"What's going on with your hair and eyes? Is it...hereditary? Are you the only one in your family who has this?"

Mo Jia had long expected that she would ask. Mo Jia stared for a long time before speaking calmly, "The Mo family is a huge family, and I am an outlier among them." He paused slightly and raised his thin lips, "But they say that I belong to the entire family.

hope."

Hearing the sarcasm in his tone, Huanhuan was a little confused, "Hope?"

Mo Jia's eyes were rather light, somewhat ethereal and mysterious. Although he was just sitting casually on the stone floor, his noble temperament was not lost at all.

Looking at him, Huanhuan had an idea.

Perhaps, he with silver hair and red eyes is the real Mojia...

I didn’t expect him to tell the unknown secrets of the family. Huanhuan just guessed, and Mojia spoke unhurriedly, "The ancestors of the Mo family ruled an island in the Atlantic hundreds of years ago. Legend has it that

They are the powerful aborigines who are closest to the gods. They have always lived comfortably on the island. Suddenly one year, the island experienced various natural and man-made disasters one after another. In just a few months, half of the residents on the island died.

Some people say that they were cursed by God because they once mistakenly believed the rumors and executed a witch, so the gods abandoned them. The king at that time, who was the patriarch of our Mo family, was so regretful that he could only take the remaining

The tribesmen left the land cursed by the witch, returned to the inland, changed their surname to Mo, and began to multiply. But the bad luck did not stop, and accidents like this continued to happen to the tribesmen."

Huanhuan was attracted by this story and couldn't help but sit next to him without blinking.

"When the king was dying, he said that the witches' resentment would not disappear with their departure. He would never let the family's bloodline be cut off! After his death, there would be someone who could find the witches.

Reincarnate, kill the witch before she is completely reborn, and save the entire family cursed by the witch."

Mojia paused, Huanhuan seemed to have guessed something, and asked uncertainly, "That person, is you?"

The red eyes flowed with more layers of waves, and the desolation revealed inadvertently was particularly confusing.

This fate was destined from the day he was born. No one told him the reason, only the mission he should fulfill.

She must be killed - the reincarnation of the witch, an imaginary enemy that may not exist.

Huanhuan suddenly began to sympathize with him. Who would have thought that the prince of the Mo family, who looked so glamorous, would actually be burdened with such a heavy mission.

If, all this is true.

She sat next to him, stared at him sideways, pursed her dry lips, and laughed uncomfortably, "This story... is so realistic."

Mojia suddenly lifted his lips, and his handsome cheeks set off by his silver hair became increasingly psychedelic and distorted, and the air around him became subtle, both real and illusory.

"Yes, a very realistic story."

Huanhuan couldn't laugh anymore. Looking at him like this, her heart felt painful for no reason. Without even thinking about it, she actually made a bold move.

She stood up, hugged him, and stroked his back with her little hands.

Mo Jia's body trembled, and the bloodthirsty red in his pupils suddenly expanded, like a blood drop.

"If you are tired, don't carry this big burden and just throw it away. Who in the modern world would believe in the reincarnation of a witch?"

Her spring breeze-like whisper rang in his ears, slowly blowing across the frozen lake of his heart. Although it was light, it left its clear traces.


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