"Huh? Feng Fentian, did you call me?"
Mo Qingyan recovered from his thoughts and reached out and knocked on her head. She also realized that she often lost her mind. Was it because of Mo Fu's depression? Does she have such a big influence on herself
"You just heard it?"
Looking at her contemptuously, Feng Fentian said that he had given up the treatment of Mo Qingyan!
"Smelly bird! Even you dare to despise me? Say! What's the matter?"
Mo Qingyan grabbed Feng Fentian and put it in his hand, and it was a ravaged|smash, and it didn't matter if she couldn't beat Lian Che, would she still be unable to beat a bird
Nowadays, even birds can despise people casually, so how can humans like them live
"Don't you think that Lian Che's state is strange and wrong?"
Being caught in her hand and squeezed round and flat, Feng Fentian felt a moment of suffocation, thinking angrily:
After he regained his human form, he must return it back fiercely!
"It's kind of weird..."
Originally, Mo Qingyan didn't think there was anything, Lian Che was usually quite reticent. Hearing what Feng Fentian said, and then looking at Lian Che, only then did he discover his strangeness.
Since receiving the coffin, Lian Che has been a little absent-minded, a little more silent than ever. Those eyes, which were always clean and unspeakably clean, seemed to be stained with a trace of special affection.
"I said... Lian Che shouldn't have a necrophilia? Or why do you want a coffin and a dead man in a decent way?"
In the gloomy little black room, there were more than a dozen corpses of men and women lying on the bed, and Lian Che was standing in front of a corpse, with a grim smile on his face...
Thinking of this, Feng Fentian's small body shuddered, almost shocked by his own thoughts.
Mo Qingyan didn't know what he was thinking, but she was also very curious about Lian Che's abnormality.
After thinking about it carefully, Mo Qingyan still decided to talk to him.
"Lian Che, what's the matter with you?"
After Lian Che raised his head and looked at her for a while, all the hesitation in his eyes finally disappeared, replaced by a terrible calm and firmness.
Seeing Lian Che's gaze, Mo Qingyan felt a little bit more uncomfortable, always feeling as if Lian Che was playing some tricks!
"Take me in."
Reaching out and grabbing her hand, Lian Che said lightly.
"it is good."
Knowing that he was talking about entering the space, Mo Qingyan was no longer stunned. With a move of thought, he entered the space with Lian Che Feng Fentian and the white powder he was holding in his arms.
As soon as I entered, I still saw the grassy plain that I first saw, and the coffin was quietly placed on the grass. The breeze blew gently, unspeakably weird.
As soon as Lian Che entered, he went straight to the coffin.
Reaching out and slowly rubbing the lines on the coffin, Lian Che's face showed a touch of anger.
"Sure enough it is him!"
"Who?"
Mo Qingyan asked after looking at the coffin.
She is not curious about who is in the coffin, she is just curious about who is who made this coffin? Because the person who made this coffin is probably the same person who was imprisoned.
"You are not qualified to know."
Without looking back, Lian Che replied indifferently.
"..."
Mo Qingyan was instantly dumb.
It is not qualified again! When will she be qualified to know everything
"Take your hand here."
While Mo Qingyan was pondering, Lian Che suddenly spoke.
"What are you doing?"
Mo Qingyan withdrew her hand to her back vigilantly, she didn't think that Lian Che let herself stretch out her hand just for pure appreciation.
"take it out."
Frowning slightly, Lian Che's voice was slightly cold.