When Keigo Jibu saw that sarcastic smile, his doubts became increasingly greater, but the disgust for Mohen Jibu was still there, and he still thought that she was wasting everyone's trust.
She walked to the second and third floors again and selected some clothes and pants. Influenced by her previous life, she naturally bought a few ink black dresses, the kind used to attend the dance party. Looking at the dresses in her hand, she felt that
It was a bit funny, as if it was back to the days when walking zombies were at the mercy of others. She chose a few more pairs of sunglasses and a few baseball caps to make it easier to go out in a casual manner.
In the store downstairs, she bought a few bread and a few drinks and put them back home to store. After buying some household supplies, she was going to pay for it. But Keigo Jibu stopped doing it. " Jibu
Mo Hen, stop me." A very cold voice. But Mo Hen ignored it.
Keigo Jibu is so big that no one dares to ignore him, so he walked forward and wanted to grab Mo Hen's wrist, but unexpectedly Mo Hen took off before Keigo Jibu was touched.
and then pull out the paper from your pocket and wipe the touched place.
"Warning you, don't touch me with your hands." The very indifferent voice was small, but everyone heard it. Jibu Keigo was surprised and did not forget his anger. "Jibu Mohen, you have some reason!
You pushed Yumiko down the stairs, she didn't blame you, you were still so rude! Can't you learn how generous she is?" Keigo Shibe roared. "Please find out, I'm not called Ji.
Bu Mohen, I don’t know anything about Yumiko, and I didn’t push her down the stairs. Please learn your cultivation as a nobleman and tell me again.
Words." Mo Hen's voice became colder and colder, and there was still a constant smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked up and met Keigo Jibu without fear. Keigo Jibu was surprised. What kind of eyes were they?
In a few months, these originally full of vitality eyes became like an ink-colored ocean, not as brown as the Chinese, but pure ink, deep, but dead silent, without vitality. The depths of the ocean are thousands of years.
The ice. This ink-colored ocean seems to exist to cover up the thousand-year-old ice.
A hint of heartache flashed in Jibe Keigo's heart. In fact, it was not just him, but the candidates of the Ice Emperor were the same. But they were still blaming her for causing harm to Yumiko. It seemed that the relationship between the two was so friendly.
"Jingwu, don't do this, Mo Hen... She probably didn't do it on purpose, don't blame her." Yumiko Takeda smiled softly, as if tears flashed in her eyes, she looked pitiful, but
Mo Hen, whose insight was even better than that of Keigo Jibu, saw a sense of pride in her eyes.