Chapter 47: Could it be that you and Brother Huang were too tired last night?
Needless to say where to go? Mu Jin took Mo Yan away from the crime scene regardless of what Mo Yan thought.
He quickly took Mo Yan to a hill outside the city, and sat in a pavilion on the mountain. The slow breeze blew in front of him, making him feel particularly comfortable.
Sitting in the pavilion, Mo Yan simply lay down on the stone table. She really couldn't think of anything good to see here in the morning. The sun had risen long ago.
"Sometimes I really wonder if you are a boy or a girl, and you are lying down listlessly like a woman." Mu Jin knew that Mo Yan was like this because he didn't know what to do, but he still liked to tease her like this, as if it had become his
One of the joys in life
Mo Yan turned her head and looked at the woods to one side. From time to time, she could hear the sweet chirping of birds and the tinkling of springs in the mountains. If it were any other time, Mo Yan would definitely feel very comfortable, but at this time, she felt nothing.
Got it
"Hey, what about you, why are you so emotionless?" Seeing Mo Yan coming here and being speechless, Mu Jin mocked, "It couldn't be that you and the emperor were too tired last night."
Mo Yan suddenly looked at Mu Jin, looked at Mu Jin with very calm eyes for a while, and slightly twitched the corners of his mouth.
"If you're too tired..." Mu Jin obviously didn't realize what Mo Yan's expression meant, so he continued to chatter, "You can do less."
"Go! Die!" Mo Yan gritted his teeth and said, "You are the only one who has an affair."
Mo Yan regretted saying it. Why should she have the same knowledge as Mu Jin? So she said quietly, "Even if we die on the bed, it doesn't seem to have much to do with you. If you want to collect my body for me, then you can do it that day."
I was cremated.”
Seeing Mo Yan's seriousness and gloomy look, Mu Jin wondered if he was joking too much, but he knew that Mo Yan would never act like that.
"Oh, little Mo Yan, it's better not to show this expression in front of me. You're afraid of death." Mu Jin patted her chest, "Others will really think you are going to die if they see you."
"It's just right to die," Mo Yan shrugged indifferently. Anyway, she could be said to have died once. Otherwise, how could she have appeared in this ancient world where "birds don't shit"?
So Mo Yan doesn't really have much feelings about death or not, it's just whether death looks better or uglier.