The summer in Snow City can only be said to be warm. There is no exposure to the scorching sun, only comfortable and pleasant softness.
After two days, Mo Yan finally finished the messy memorials. He beat his neck and was rarely able to sit in the pavilion and rest.
"Knowing his plan," Han Zhan walked slowly to the pavilion and sat opposite Mo Yan, holding a paper fan in his hand, "Why do you want to help him like this?"
The world only knows that Mr. Snow in Xuecheng often ignores the city lord, but how do those people know that the master is so powerful that even his brothers will still have designs?
"Don't help him?" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, "Will he help you?"
Han Zhan smiled lightly. At this moment, he didn't seem so cold or evil. "Even if you will die in his hands one day?"
"Death?" This word was not unfamiliar at all. Mo Yan still doubted whether he had died in modern times. How could his soul travel to ancient times? And it was in a different time and space.
"Isn't it?" Han Zhan doesn't have a good impression of Hua Xianyu. The reason why he continues to stay in Xuecheng is because he wants to see what kind of person Gongzi Xue is.
"It doesn't matter," Mo Yan shrugged. She had known it for a long time, but she didn't expect Han Zhan to say it so bluntly, "Aren't you afraid that he will kill you?"
"No," Han Zhan said with certainty, playing with the paper fan in his hand and showing an evil smile, "He is not my opponent yet."
Opponent? Mo Yan frowned slightly. She didn't want to hear this word at all. Opponent? She didn't want to treat anyone as an opponent. She just wanted to live a good life, but God wouldn't let her.
"Then...I have another person to collect the corpses," Mo Yan smiled softly, a smile that was so captivating that Han Zhan almost fainted.
"They are right, you are a blue-faced disaster." Han Zhan did not doubt his determination at all, but he was still almost fascinated by Mo Yan. Han Zhan couldn't help but lament how the creator could do such a thing.
What about a person?
"The scourge will last for thousands of years." He stood up and walked to the pavilion. Looking at the carp swimming freely in the lake, Mo Yan seemed to have a hint of emotion and turned to face Han Zhan, "Maybe I can live longer this way."
"With your medical skills, it shouldn't be difficult to cure the poison on your body?" Looking at Mo Yan, Han Zhan was a little puzzled. There were people in this world who could take the poison for so many years even though they knew it was poison. "But it seems like you are a little bit
I don’t even hate Mo Country, but I still want to attack it.”
"It doesn't matter if everything in the world hates it, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't," Mo Yan pursed his lips, "If I don't attack Mo Country, then where will my face be?"
"Face?" Han Zhan stood up, laughed twice, and walked out of the pavilion, "It would be better if you really cared about your face."
Watching Han Zhan leave with slightly squinted eyes, Mo Yan's eyes flashed with mixed colors. This Han Zhan had been in Xuecheng for not only a year or two, but he was an elusive person. She didn't even know that Han Zhan was going to
To explore what is in yourself, you can only let nature take its course.