This world is really becoming more and more confusing.
After hearing the words, the woman stood up and walked quickly, her feet were like arrows leaving the string. It seemed that her life would be in jeopardy if she stayed for a moment longer. She probably had never tried to travel at such a fast speed in her life, and she was knocked down by thorns.
I tripped several times, and even though my hands were scratched, I didn't dare to stop at all.
Any pain at this time is not as important as getting rid of the devil Murphy.
The way she cherished her life made it difficult for people to associate her with the staunch woman who wanted to die and hit a tree.
For her at this moment, innocence and responsibility are all clouds. Only after seeing Mo Feijun's murderous methods can she truly understand that living is the most important thing and only then can she appreciate the value of life.
In fact, many people are not afraid of death because, like her before, they don't know what it feels like to die. Once they experience it, the world will probably have fewer heroes who regard death as home.
Yun Dieyi looked at the woman's figure gradually disappearing from sight, and then glanced at the man picking flowers who had lost his breath. She felt that the scene was almost over, so she was ready to leave.
Mo Feijun's voice suddenly sounded, "You are not allowed to leave."
Yun Dieyi turned around and looked at Mo Feijun, "Why?" Why didn't she see that he had the authority to restrict personal freedom?
Mo Feijun's voice was lazier, completely different from the coquettish look of the man who tortured the flower-picking man just now, "That annoying flower-picking thief disturbed my sleep and caused me to lose my sleep. Now that he is dead, no one will pay for my sleep.
You have to stay and compensate me."
Um... Yun Dieyi, who has always been very confident in his IQ, suddenly wondered, is there a way to compensate for sleep in this world? Did she lose it accidentally? What does it matter to her if the flower-picking man disturbed his dream.
Why should the blame be transferred to her? Why wouldn't she be the scapegoat?
Just when Yun Dieyi was about to ignore Mo Feijun's unreasonable request and walk away, he was pulled into a warm embrace, and the faint scent of mint filled his ears and nose.
When she stabilized her body, she raised her head slightly and saw his angry face, "I told you not to leave, how dare you leave?"
Yun Dieyi withdrew her eyes from his flawless face, lightly stamped her feet, and then struggled vigorously in his arms, "It doesn't matter what you said, what does it have to do with you if I leave?"
Facts have proved that potential needs to be tapped.
She can no longer find any words to describe Mo Feijun, it is so strange that it is in an otherworldly state.