Treasure Hunting Conference? It sounds interesting. But what does this have to do with eating? How can this girl answer the wrong question?
"Then get busy, I'm leaving." I waved my hand and walked back, thinking that I had to find a way to make Leng Mo willingly take me there.
While I was thinking hard, I walked back along the original path. The straight corridor stretched as far as the eye could see and seemed longer than when I came here.
"Why are you here?" A familiar female voice suddenly sounded above my head, and then, a pair of small feet came into view.
I was stunned and looked blankly at the person who came. Haitang?! Oh my God! I clearly remember her holding a dagger to my neck, with such hatred in her eyes!
"Let me ask you something." Haitang took a step forward and pressed forward, her eyes flashing with familiar resentment.
What is this? As soon as I heard this, I got angry, and Meng Zihan's cold and domineering face suddenly appeared in my mind.
"I have the right to choose not to answer." I met her fiery eyes without fear and replied confidently.
"I think you are tired of living." Haitang Danfeng's eyes were half-squinted, emitting a terrifying light, and the seemingly delicate catkins suddenly got stuck on my neck.
"Ahem...childish woman." I squinted my eyes and tried hard to breathe evenly, looking like I would rather die than surrender.
"You dare to call me childish, then who are you? Shameless or despicable?" Haitang's face turned blue with anger, and the hand holding my neck secretly increased its strength.
Shameless? Despicable? Typical psychopathy! I gave her a scoundrel look, feeling confused.
"I neither robbed you of your business nor stole anything from you, how could I be so shameless and despicable?!" I was choked by her, and I shouted impatiently with all my strength. I didn't know when I would get into this trouble.
Women always like to talk nonsense that others can’t understand!
"Humph, you didn't steal my business, but you stole my things." Haitang's gloomy face showed a cold smile, like a ghost, cruel and sad.
"Something?" Did she know that I wanted to steal the antidote? I glanced at her with a guilty conscience, kept silent, and my voice was a little lower.
"What? Are you guilty? Don't think that it means anything if Lie is good to you. Let me tell you, you will never get Lie in this life. Lie's heart will not belong to you." Haitang sighed quietly, as if to stimulate more.
I deliberately emphasized the last sentence and drew an arc on my lips.
It turns out it’s for Leng Mo! Isn’t this woman too smart? She regards me as her love rival for no reason! I looked at Haitang blankly, poor woman! I love each other but dare not love! I looked at her with some sympathy.
"What's that look in your eyes, you ridiculous woman!" Haitang let go of her hand in panic and staggered back.
"Am I ridiculous? Then you are a pathetic, poor woman!" I opened her wound mercilessly and exposed it nakedly.
"I'm pitiful? Huh, why am I pitiful?!" She was surprised to find that her neck was tightened again, which seemed to have touched her pain. The stronger a person looks on the outside, the more fragile they are on the inside!
"You have low self-esteem, you are afraid, you dare not open your heart, or even look directly at your feelings. You only use this childish and extreme method to try to calm the panic in your heart. You are afraid, you are afraid of losing Leng Mo
, but you don’t know how to fight for it. What is more ridiculous in the world than wanting to love but not daring to love?!" I looked at Haitang deeply. Maybe I hated her and disdained her career, but at this moment I
I pity her even more, and on the other hand I admire her even more, because - she is an extraordinary woman!
"You! Why are you talking about me?" Haitang's face became increasingly uglier after someone said something about her scar, her eyebrows were about to become knotted, and her tightly pursed lips were pale and weak.
"No reason, just a bystander." I shook my head, took a breath, glanced at Haitang, and wrote lightly.
"You! What do you know? Do you think he loves you? He has already buried someone in his heart. You and I are the space that we cannot enter." Haitang said excitedly, her eyes getting darker and darker, filled with sadness and pain.
Slowly climb up to the beautiful face.
My heart skipped a beat, and I was at a loss. So, Leng Mo has always had someone he loves deeply in his heart? What does that mean to me? Am I really just a chess piece?! The more I think about it, the more I feel.
feel bad.
"What? Are you sad?" The cruel and uninhibited laughter circled my ears.
The heart is broken and the person is broken.
"Haitang, what are you doing?" Leng Mo appeared in front of me at some point, grabbed Haitang's hand that was squeezing my neck with his big hand, and blocked it in front of me, saying coldly.
"Are you here?" I looked at him indifferently, still thinking about what Haitang said just now, feeling a little sorry for myself.
"Why is she here?" Haitang immediately returned to her domineering look, pointed directly at me, and asked.
"This has nothing to do with you." Leng Mo looked at Haitang expressionlessly, his cold tone as if he was from another world.
"..." I had no interest in listening to what happened next. I glanced at them briefly, wandering away like ghosts minding their own business.
The joy of having just gained freedom turned into a ridiculous substitute for being taken advantage of. Fortunately, a cold person who I had always been arrogant with treated me as a good friend. It turned out that I was just self-righteous!
With a long sigh, I looked ahead aimlessly, and unknowingly returned to Leng Mo's house.
"Yan'er, are you okay?" As soon as he stepped across the threshold, Leng Mo hurriedly chased after me, looking at me with worry, and I helped him sit down at the table.
"It's okay, Haitang didn't do anything to me." I smiled reluctantly, but Haitang's words kept lingering in my mind for a long time.
I bit my lip, raised my head and glanced at Leng Mo, hesitating whether to ask directly.
"Uh, I want to ask you a question." I stammered, glancing at Leng Mo secretly from the corner of my eyes, unable to make up my mind.
"Yes." He still responded lightly, as if it was not an important thing to him.
"Well... I just want to know if the reason why you are so good to me is all for your own purpose?" I finally asked what I had been wanting to ask, feeling both relaxed and nervous at the same time.
Leng Mo was stunned for a moment, his eyes were dull for a moment, and he looked a little confused, which seemed to trouble him.
"It doesn't matter, just answer truthfully. No matter what your answer is, I will help you." I don't want a false answer, even if it makes me feel more comfortable.
"Anyway, it's not what you think." Leng Mo hurriedly said something at a loss, turned around and walked out.
Is that what I thought? I stayed where I was suspiciously, thinking about this sentence for a long time.
Alas, what's wrong with me? What are I thinking?! No matter who it is, I'm just a passer-by, a person who will disappear at any time in two years.
I knocked my head hard, hating myself for my random thoughts. Once it comes, let it go. I should cherish the people in front of me!
Leng Mo, wait for the move! I blinked my eyes, and a light of agility quickly flashed in my eyes.
"Lie, are you back?" Leng Mo's footsteps suddenly stopped outside the door. I quickly put a smile on my face, opened the door happily, held his arm, sat down in front of the round table, and poured a glass of wine enthusiastically.
Hot tea was placed in his hand.
Leng Mo couldn't accept my sudden warm move and stared at me blankly, unable to guess what kind of medicine I was selling in my gourd.
"Are you too tired? Why is there something wrong with your eyes?" I snickered in my heart and asked knowingly. I walked directly behind Leng Mo, raised my fist, and prepared to give him a Soviet massage.
"Okay, okay, Yan'er, don't do this with me." Leng Mo grabbed my body with one hand, pushed me onto the stool, and finally spoke.
"I heard there is a treasure hunting competition." I asked tentatively, I really wanted to tear off the mask on Leng Mo's face.
"How do you know?" Leng Mo said in a bad tone, frowning his beautiful eyebrows and locking his eyes on my face.
"I just know that, uh... I want to go too." I quietly put my hands on Leng Mo's arm and whispered my purpose.
"No." Leng Mo didn't even think about it, and directly and mercilessly extinguished my fire of hope.
"Take me there, maybe I can help you." This guy really doesn't understand any sense of humor, he's so anxious!
"No, there is no reason for a woman to participate." Leng Mo shook off my hand and turned away, indicating that there was no room for negotiation.
"Leng Mo, if you don't take me with you, I will." I looked around for a long time and couldn't find any convincing reason, so I had to force myself to be firm and muttered arrogantly: "I won't help you."
"You! I'm afraid I won't be able to help you anymore." Leng Mo had a cold face and his eyes were as cold as popsicles. It seemed that these words made him angry.
"Ah, I was joking, don't take it to heart." I laughed, patted his chest gently, and comforted him.