It was late at night, and a slender figure stared indifferently at the peaceful night scene of the moonlight outside the window through the curtains.
"Om..." Dongfang Han turned on the phone, and a mellow male speaker sounded: "Why didn't you see me, Dongfang Han! Are you still alive? Or do you want me to show up under your dormitory building?"
"Jiang Junxi, stop making trouble, I have something to do during this time." As he said, Dongfang Han took off his clothes and picked up a black T-shirt on the chair.
"What's wrong with you Dongfang Han? Why are you not angry." Jiang Junxi's voice on the phone was a little worried.
He knew Dongfang Han, as long as he made such an unreasonable request, he would definitely touch the opponent's bottom line. It's just that now Dongfang Han's tone of speaking with him is quite calm and serious.
"You're so worried. Recently, the tasks organized and arranged have increased, and I don't have time." Dongfang Han lifted the long hair on his shoulders, and the black dragon tattoo on his back looked particularly hideous in the dim light.
She changed into clothes, held the phone, and opened the door with one hand. Going outside the balcony, turning and looking upstairs, the light in that room has just gone out.
She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, when there was another voice on the phone.
"... Then, you have to remember the prom the day after tomorrow."
"Let's take a look again, first." "Dongfanghan, you—" Before Jiang Junxi could finish, Dongfanghan hung up the phone.
After she walked back to the room and closed the windows and balcony doors tightly, she picked up the sword box by the table and was about to turn off the lights when she went out. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a familiar figure standing in front of her. This person was Xu Wangying.
"Are you going to find him?" He pursed his thin lips slightly, his eyes seemed to have a trace of dissatisfaction.
"Yeah." When he closed the door lightly and was about to pass in front of him, Xu Wangying stopped her again.
"Why do you trust him so much? Or do you already like that kid?" There was a vague anger in his tone.
After a pause, Dongfang Han turned to look at Xu Wangying, "Now we have nowhere to go." The tone was flat.
Hearing this, Xu Wangying was taken aback.
"Zhang Zichu is a very important clue to us. We must join hands with him."
"What do you mean?" Xu Wangying felt that Dongfang Han seemed to know something he didn't know, definitely not only about the Death Organization.
Dongfang Han's eyes sank, and slowly squeezed the hands on both sides of his body, "Zhang Zichu has tattoos similar to mine."
what!
Xu Wangying's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in astonishment: "What are you talking about Dongfang Han?"
"I learned one thing from my uncle, although he didn't tell the truth. But what I can be sure of is that there are probably five tattoos similar to my back in the world. And this tattoo is probably left with my father The next treasure is related, Eagle, now I have no retreat! In order to love the teacher, for the dead comrades in arms, for the truth, I must give it up!"
Looking at Dongfang Han in a daze, she turned and left. Her determined back suddenly realized that since Dongfang Han returned from that place, she had begun to go further and further away from this world.
All she is doing now is simply burning jade and stone.
She has been blinded by hatred, she has been-crazy! !
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Zhang Zichu knew that Dongfang Han would be coming tonight, so he had been sitting on the sofa from the evening until now. Not too happy, not too excited, but the mood is extremely complicated. He knows what her purpose here is, and I am afraid that their road will get harder and harder in the future.
At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps behind him, followed by the sound of closing doors. The man walked behind him and stopped, Zhang Zichu turned his head and faced those black eyes that were unsentimental and silent.
"Tell me everything you know." A cold voice sounded in the quiet living room.