When she arrived at the fourth floor, she walked into a store.
She wants to buy tennis rackets.
No, it’s just for love. Mo Hen’s tennis is very good, because it is her favorite sport in the last world. This sport can make her temporarily forget the dirtyness of this society and play tennis wholeheartedly.
But, this can only be a preference, right?
The pupils, which were originally black under Mohen’s hat, seemed to be a little dimmed a little again.
Not far away, a group of gorgeous teenagers walked by. Among them, the gray-purple-haired teenager, who was full of kingly aura and seemed to be the leader, saw the ethereal figure. Although she was wearing a hat, she still easily recognized her without frowning.
Why is she here? Isn't it embarrassing enough? However, what made him even more confused was why she had such a...a distressing atmosphere after not seeing her for several months.
When Jibu Keigo thought to himself, he walked over there quietly.
Mo Hen naturally felt a strange aura following her, but she was used to seeing the wind and clouds and did not point it out. For some reason, Mo Hen has been very sensitive to breath since childhood, which is something that all children of the same age do not have.
Mo Chen continued to select rackets. Suddenly, he saw two rackets, one ink blue, and some petals similar to roses and devils were carved on it. They were the other side flower. The other side flower was dark green, and it was also the other side flower petals.
Seeing these two rackets, Mo Chen suddenly felt his mind was in chaos. The racket in his hand fell to the ground, and a picture appeared in his mind, which was standing on a cliff, a beautiful woman and a handsome man, but they
Her expression was a little hideous, her lips moved, as if she had said something, and then she pushed a girl with a delicate face standing on the cliff off the cliff. For some reason, her eyes followed the girl.
The eyes moved, and the last thing I saw was the hideous smiles of the two handsome men and beautiful women and the expressions of the evil plan. A powerful hatred surged into my heart...
Suddenly, as if something was blocking it, the hatred disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared. Mo Hen's head gradually woke up and looked at the two rackets scattered on the ground in surprise.
In just a moment, he regained his indifference. He was so quick that he didn't even notice the place where he was very insightful.
Picking up the two mysterious rackets and holding them in their hands, it felt very comfortable, light enough, and always had a familiar feeling, so Mo Hen bought them without hesitation. Of course, she was ready to use them without having time to make money.
It's money in the passbook.
When she turned around and was about to leave, she saw a piano with a sarcastic smile on her lips. This time, who are you mocking me again? Turning around again and leaving in different directions.