"Ah ha ha ha ha," the dancer laughed: "Don't think I can't see it, you are planning to use some false information to fool me. Is this also part of your plan? Let me tell you, I am not stupid."
"That's not true." Mo Li was helpless: "Since you don't believe it, there's nothing you can do about it. If you don't ask now, I'll regret it later. After passing this village, there won't be this store."
He was already regretting it. The words he just said made him feel despicable instantly. Although Yan Yue wanted him to die now, he had actually saved him several times before, and Ye Fanxia and Meng Zetian were still
It's very good, and more importantly, Yan Luyi is also with them. It would be fine if there is only Yan Yue's small group, but it would be bad to involve other people.
After struggling for a while, he decided not to say anything.
After making this decision, he immediately imagined in his mind the tragic scene of the revolutionary martyrs facing severe torture by the enemy, preferring death to surrender, resolutely keeping the secret, and finally dying heroically. He immediately felt even more guilty for the words he just said.
They can be unkind, but I cannot be unjust. Mo Li made up his mind that no matter how these people torture him, he will not speak.
"Humph, you are free to talk as much as you like." The dancer's tone was calm and indifferent, sounding like she didn't take him seriously at all: "There are many ways to make you say it even if you don't say it. Come here!"
Mo Li took two steps toward her in cooperation. Suddenly, he felt like the world was spinning, and a refreshing fragrance blew in his face.
This woman... actually carried him on her back.
What he smelled was her body fragrance.
The fragrance came out along the hair, tickling his neck. It turned out that "body fragrance" really existed. It was a mellow, strong, indescribable fragrance. He smelled a strong smell of hormones,
She felt inexplicably dizzy as if she was slightly drunk. She had performed on the dance floor before and was wearing very revealing clothes. At this time, there was only a thin layer of fabric between her naked skin and him...
Oh my god.
Mo Li hoped that this woman couldn't see his face. He was so embarrassed now. For a long time since he was a child, no girl had ever been so close to him.
The dancer was very skilled. Even though she was carrying an adult man on her back, she could jump forward a very long distance with just one rise and fall. His arms were tied together and wrapped around her neck. Every time he landed,
The inertia of her body made it easy for him to touch a soft spot involuntarily. Oh my god, my god, my god. Mo Li tried his best to lift his hand upward to avoid touching her too much.
When he was finally put down from his back by her, his hands were almost numb.
"Hey," the woman laughed again, this time her laughter had a softer tone, as if she was coquettish: "You are a serious person, little brother."
Mo Li's cheeks turned red and he didn't know how to answer these words.
The woman led him forward for a while. He realized that the floor here was flat and smooth, and there would no longer be any stones or bricks kicked up.
It must have moved somewhere.
"Senior Yang!" the dancer shouted loudly: "I brought you here! Am I the first? Hahahaha, I am indeed the first, right? Am I very powerful? Praise me, praise me, and give me a hug.
Hug, please give me a hug!”
She threw him here and ran away happily. Mo Li heard her giggle. It was very nice. He couldn't think of a word for a while, "silver bell-like laughter"?
It can probably be barely used to describe it.
"Hey, hey, look at you." A helpless male voice said with a bit of a smile: "I'll catch the most useless person and give you something I can do."
The most...the most useless.
Mo Li was hit with another "bang".
"No matter what! My mission is completed!" the dancer yelled: "I'm going back to see what's going on with Ah Liangliang. I've left this person to you, let's go."
"What are we going to do?" said the man named Senior Yang, "Send Buddha to the west and take him inside. We are here to provide support, not to hand over."
The girl reluctantly said "Oh", ran over again, and grabbed the rope hanging from his hand: "Let's go - I have to ask you to give me a ride again."
"
After walking a short distance, the two stopped. Then there was a strange sense of displacement, like taking an elevator. However, the elevator felt like "up and down", but now he felt like a translation. The surrounding changes
It was very quiet, and it sounded like there was no one there suddenly. Mo Li speculated that it was because she took him to a teleportation capsule.
The sense of displacement disappeared. The dancer pulled him and continued to move forward. He heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and it seemed that he had arrived at a place with many people.
"Oh, so fast!" "Xiangxiang, okay, Xiangxiang!"
Seeing two people approaching, a large group of people looked very surprised. They greeted each other in various directions and whispered: "Is this the boy who has nothing to offer except a pair of blue eyes?" "Yeah."
It’s just a pair of eyes, it’s not much use.” “You know what it is, it’s not much use, he’s an alien, he’s an alien!”
"Yo--"
The identity of the alien was exposed, and many people exclaimed in exaggerated amazement.
"I can't tell the difference."
"Hmm... um," someone else came closer and sniffed him a few times: "It smells just like ordinary people."
Then there was actually a discussion about "whether aliens are delicious or not." This topic was quickly despised by everyone, and it sounded like it was just a joke.
Mo Li felt a chill in his heart. He felt as if he had become a monkey in a zoo, being shown around and judged by others, without any dignity at all.
"alright."
A voice suddenly came from a distance. The voice was not high, and the timbre was as tender as a child's. But everyone was quiet for a moment, and then they greeted each other respectfully: "Qin's envoy!" "Qin's envoy is feeling better?"
"It's nothing. Let's go. What are you doing here?" The voice sounded a little impatient.
The footsteps faded away, and it sounded like many onlookers had indeed dispersed.
The tone of the child-like voice changed and became softer: "Hey, Zheng Xiang, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay! No, no, no, no, I'm fine." The dancer sounded nervous and spun around in a circle to show that she was really fine: "I'm not hurt at all.
Woolen cloth."
Qin Qianqian gave a faint hum. After a while, he said again: "Old Han has a pair of glasses over there. Let's get them changed. Zheng Xiang, come with me."
A hoarse male voice and Zheng Xiang agreed one after another. With the sound of soft footsteps, the dancer followed him and left, leaving Mo Li alone. The surrounding area was quiet, but occasionally there was a strange long sound, like something huge.
Being dragged along, he carefully identified it, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
After a while, there was the sound of footsteps. He smelled a fragrant breeze, and Zheng Xiang returned to him again.