Yingzhen sneered: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. To this city, I am just an ignorant passerby."
Mo Yanyi paused for a moment and said with a playful smile: "Then let's explore the mysteries of this city together."
Ying Zhen crossed her arms and tilted her head to study Mo Yanyi. She began to believe that he had really lost his memory, because his words, deeds, and behavior were completely different from the Leng Ba that day.
She looked like a gangster who was teasing her. A naughty smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her head was spinning, but Mo Yanyi suddenly pulled her over and hid behind a big tree.
Someone's voice came: "Search scattered, you want to see the person alive, and you want to see the body after death."
It was the voice of a mad lion, deep and sharp, but to Ying Ming it didn't sound like the voice of a good person.
She peered through the leaves and watched the dozen or so people approaching them gradually. She asked in a low voice: "Looking for you?"
Mo Yanyi looked confused
Yingzhen suddenly thought of the Bentley luxury car he drove that day, and then thinking of the desolation she felt at this time, she whispered: "Did you steal someone's car from a gangster?"
Mo Yanyi's face was even more confused. Maybe it was like this, maybe it wasn't like this. He didn't dare to say anything.
Ying Zhen frowned. It seemed that the feud was quite deep. They were all chased from San Francisco to City A in China. But it was just a car. As for that? This underworld is too stingy.
At this time, Mo Yanyi whispered: "Whether it is true or not, I think we should leave first. They don't look like... good people."
Yingzhen looked back at him with a mysterious smile and said, "I wonder if I will get a reward if I hand you over?"
Mo Yanyi said: "Do you think the reward of the underworld is a car or a house?"
I haven't lost my mind yet, and I still know that those people are as vicious as a gangster.
Yingzhen glared at him and said angrily: "Let's go, are you really waiting for me to hand you over? They will soon see the umbrella bag you left behind."
After Yingzhen finished speaking, he lowered his body to cover his lower body.
Soon, the two of them emerged from the woods, and a clear and shallow stream slowly flowed.
Mo Yanyi knelt down and took the water to wash away the blood on his face. The water waves shattered his reflection. He looked at the water waves in confusion, as if he didn't recognize himself at all.
He touched his face, and when he thought about it, his head ached, so he had to give up.
Yingzhen was playing with the camera. He raised his eyes inadvertently and suddenly froze.
Is the man as handsome as white jade in front of me really the poor guy who was about to meet the King of Hell with his face covered in blood just now? He is so full of energy, and his eyes are filled with natural arrogance and a self-centered spirit that no one can match.