Chapter 206 Pharmacist [35] In my next life, I will not come to this world
The night was dark and deep.
Even worse indoors.
After the ink poured down, it almost blended into the darkness. But Jiang Ke could vaguely see the outline of her figure, with undulating arcs, long and slender legs, graceful and attractive.
Jiang Ke's Adam's apple moved slightly and his voice was slightly hoarse: "It happened before."
Mo tilted his head.
She asked: "What?"
"It happened before." Jiang Ke repeated.
After pondering for a long time, Mo Qing smiled and said, "That's right."
Times are changing.
People haven't changed.
Mo Qing folded her left hand back and rested the back of her head on her arm. She asked, "What did you dream about?"
"Jiang Yan."
"A lot lately?"
"Um."
Mo Qing was silent for a while.
Finally, she asked: "Let's talk?"
"What to talk about?"
"Jiang Yan."
"No chat." Jiang Ke's tone was indifferent.
Mo Qing smiled: "I won't be cruel to you this time."
After a while, Jiang Ke didn't say a word. He threw the quilt in his hand onto Mo Qing, covering half of her body, and then lay down on the side.
"Maybe what you said makes sense." Mo Qing suddenly said.
"What?"
"Jiang Yan's evaluation in the eyes of outsiders is very false." Mo Qing's tone was slow but relaxed, as if he was casually chatting, "The first time I met him, he was not a perfect person."
She paused: "But I don't know when, he became invulnerable and omnipotent. It seemed like he overcame all his shortcomings overnight, but I wasn't there at the time."
These days, she has left everything behind, doing nothing and wandering around.
For a long time, she learned about this society from books, and these days' experiences made her feel this society more truly.
Books are too beautiful.
The reality is that there is always a shortage of money.
Then, she unconsciously thought of Jiang Yan - whether he who was too perfect had also been modified.
Mo Qing asked: "How many things have you remembered?"
Jiang Ke paused and finally said: "His war experience is 80% to 90%."
"What about the Battle of Pingcheng?"
"There is memory."
Mo Qing had asked his history teacher about the Battle of Pingcheng, but there was no record of it in the book.
Mo Qing was not there at the time and did not experience it personally.
The Battle of Pingcheng was undoubtedly the most brutal battle. He was trapped in the city and starved to death everywhere. Jiang Yan lost his cronies one after another. In the end, he was the only one who held on until rescue came.
"What has he experienced?" Mo Qing asked.
Jiang Ke thought of that battle.
He was always unable to replace the extra memories, but at this moment, his heart suddenly tightened, like a sharp knife piercing his heart, and it hurt inexplicably and severely.
After a moment of pause, Jiang Ke said: "They guarded for two weeks. After the first week, he was the only one left."
"A week?" Mo Qing was surprised.
She suddenly turned sideways, her breath smelling of wine came over her, and she asked softly: "Are you sure?"
"You don't know?" Jiang Ke was suspicious.
"I'm sorry." Mo Qing was silent for a moment, "He said he only stayed for one day and one night."
"Then he takes good care of you." Jiang Ke's heart turned sour for no reason, and his tone was a little harsh, "He guarded a city by himself and a gun, and he stayed awake for a week."
"real?"
Jiang Ke said unhappily: "He has a pocket watch and a photo of you. If you have nothing to do, take it out and look at it."
"Oh, I gave it to you," Mo Qing said, "He said he lost it."
"It wasn't lost. He threw the pocket watch away after guarding it for three days."
"Why?"
"You have to die if you have no hope."
Jiang Ke blurted out these words, but after finishing speaking, he himself was stunned for a moment.
After a slight pause, Jiang Ke added: "I just made a wild guess."
When he said this, Mo Tingting became interested: "If it were you, what would you be thinking?"
Jiang Ke refused without hesitation: "I don't want to take my place."
Mo Qing lay on his pillow and said in a light voice: "Just once."
Her breath was like wind, soft and slightly hot, falling on the side of Jiang Ke's neck. A burning sensation spread from his skin to his heart, suddenly igniting a fire.
Jiang Ke had some restraint in his eyes.
However, the next moment, Mo Qing's hand suddenly reached out and fell to the side of his face, caressing it gently, like a caress between lovers.
Forbearance and restraint erupted like a volcano at this moment. Jiang Ke moved. The moment he grabbed her hand, he suddenly turned sideways and pressed her down.
He asked in a low voice: "Do you know what you are doing?"
In the darkness, Mo Qing looked at him so close and smiled lazily.
"ah."
She whispered one word softly.
The tight string broke at that moment. Jiang Ke pressed her and slowly approached: "I will think about how to bring more people to be buried with me. I will think about how in this troubled world, people are not human. I will think about how I
Why aren't you dead yet?"
There was a soreness in his throat. Jiang Ke paused for a few seconds and paused: "I will still think about not coming back to this world again. It's not worth it."
Mo Qing suddenly stiffened.
Jiang Ke kissed her lips.
Crazy, wanton, and rude, as if he was venting, but only he knew that he was restraining certain outbursts of emotion.
He remembered many things.
However, it was only when facing the Battle of Pingcheng that he felt truly involved.
After a week of despair, he seemed to be the only one left on the vast land, and what he had to face was a group of invaders who were so ferocious and cruel that they lost their humanity.
In that situation, even death becomes merciful.
Mo Qing didn't respond at first, but after a while, she gradually responded to him.
The smell of alcohol in the air was ignited by sparks, and it burst into flames in an instant.
Just like they are now.
They clearly perceive each other's existence, and they can also be keenly aware of each other's emotions. They are so crazy, intense, and have nowhere to vent, so they are all displayed through their bodies.
Mo Qing suddenly felt pain. The pain that was crushing every part of his body lasted for a hundred years, but the pain was so vivid.
