Maybe, not only would he not say much, but she would also waste an opportunity to ask questions.
So, could she understand that what he said was a reminder, a disguised reminder for her to ask questions selectively?
As soon as her thoughts changed, Mo Huan raised her eyes to look at the upright man in front of her. Her eyes narrowed unconsciously, and an indescribable light flashed through her eyes, which then dimmed again, but an illusion arose in her heart.
She actually felt that the iceberg face in front of her... seemed to be trying to help her!
But in an instant, this thought was kicked to the sky by her.
How is that possible!
This guy is obviously a minion of the man behind the scenes, a vicious dog he raised. How could he have such good intentions? Look at his straight arm holding the gun, and think about his previous actions, if you say he is a good person
, Mo Huan probably felt that Bo Jinghan's evil-minded fox should be a saint in the sky, the kind with a halo of holy light above his head and flying around with white wings spread out.
But if that's not the case, what does he mean at this moment?
You can't explain that this guy is an undercover agent!
Mo Huan was almost amused by her own thoughts, but she raised her eyes suspiciously. She glanced at the expressionless guy in front of her, and secretly wondered, could he really be an undercover agent?
No, that's not right.
If this guy is an undercover agent, then there is no one around, and there are no informants around. Why doesn't he show his trump card directly, or give himself some hints?
Hmm... Or maybe, what he just gave was a hint, but it was too subtle, and he was too wary, so...
The more she thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed. Mo Huan simply stopped thinking so much. His eyes were rolling in his sockets, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upward. People who knew her well would know at a glance that this girl was probably someone else.
What are you planning!
The cold-faced man did not urge her, but just moved the finger holding the gun slightly. The slightly drooped eyelashes cast a shadow on the silkworms of his lower eyelids, covering the look in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth were also imperceptibly curved, but like a phantom, they disappeared in the next second.
After a pause, he looked up at Mo Huan, as if he had understood her thoughts, and said coolly: "Miss Mo Huan, if I were you, I wouldn't think about how to escape. There is no one with you in this place. In a short time,
You can't get out."
His voice was the same as before, flat and calm, with no hint of emotion or anger at all.
But Mo Huan felt that the sound was like a basin of cold water poured on his heart, cooling him down completely.
But soon, she calmed down her thoughts and smiled coldly.
"I didn't want to run away! But you underestimated me too much. I can get a rough idea of this dense forest along the way. It's just a big formation consisting of three or five small formations. After a little calculation based on the Eight Diagrams, I can still get out.
"It's just these things that she only knows a little bit about. It takes time to explain, so she doesn't have much confidence.
However, in this fight for strength, she steeled her bones and raised her head to compete with him.
For some reason, she saw a vague smile in his eyes.
Somewhat...sarcastic!
And this made Mo Huan feel a little bit unwilling to admit defeat.
"Ahem -" He coughed in a disguised manner, Mo Huan nodded thoughtfully, and said reluctantly: "Okay, three will be three."
