"I'm sleepy, hurry back to sleep. Do you want to fight, or just give me the hostage?"
This lazy voice is clearly Mo Shangyun's!
An Chen was startled, his foot slipped, he stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep dashed downhill instantly.
The front is a corner, the speed is too fast, the jeep goes straight to a tree!
An Chen quickly stepped on the brakes.
Due to inertia, the person rushed back directly, as if being oppressed by a strong force, and there was a crashing sound behind him.
With a sinking heart, An Chen secretly screamed bad.
The car, with obvious traces on the road, finally stopped when it greeted the tree.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, An Chen felt a chill in his neck, and his nerves were tense.
"Damn, are you courting death?!"
There was a cold sound from behind.
An unsheathed dagger rested on his neck.
"Sorry." Looking through the rearview mirror, An Chen only saw a cowboy hat and half a profile face, he asked nervously, "Are you okay?"
Frowning irritably, Mo Shangyun's dagger passed by his neck, and An Chen felt a chill on his neck.
Then, I heard Mo Shangjun say coldly, "You are dead."
An Chen looked worried, not frustrated or disappointed, and turned his head to see if she was injured.
Unexpectedly, he saw Mo Shangyun's other hand, also holding a dagger, just aimed at Yu Yitong's neck.
"You had a chance just now, why didn't you do it?" Mo Shangyun's attitude towards Yu Yitong was much better.
"I can't win." Yu Yitong said word by word.
There is no chance of winning at all.
Since Mo Shangjun appeared in the car, she and An Chen were destined to have no chance to escape.
Mo Shangyun has many opportunities to attack them.
Even if she resisted, it would be nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg.
She is very self-aware and doesn't like to do useless things.
After a pause, Mo Shangjun smiled suddenly, "It's very good."
Yu Yitong frowned, looked at Mo Shangyun through the rearview mirror, and felt a chill in his neck.
To be on the safe side, Mo Shangyun still "ended" her with the back of the knife.
Yu Yitong was not surprised.
She took the initiative to hand the hostage over.
The hostage is a younger "brother", about five years old, and easy to carry. Mo Shangyun can easily carry it in his hand.
"Ask a question."
When Mo Shangyun wanted to open the car door, Yu Yitong suddenly turned around and said calmly to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun twisted the car door and asked, "How did I get in the car?"
"Yeah." Yu Yitong nodded.
"Guess for yourself."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows slyly, pushed open the car door and walked out.
The cold wind was blowing outside, the night was hazy, and snowflakes filled the sky.
"Momo!"
With a shout, the driver's door rattled.
Mo Shangyun froze for a while, but he never turned around and walked back with the hostage.
However, there was the sound of running behind her, and in a blink of an eye, An Chen had already run up to her.
"Ink."
An Chen stretched out his hand to pull her, but before he touched the back of her hand, her hand avoided it. He grabbed it and stopped his hand in the air.
"Can you change your name?" Mo Shangyun frowned.
An Chen lowered his head slightly and stared at her.
His expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, as before, indifferent and alienated.
She stood up straight, with a straight waist and thin clothes. The brim of her hat and her shoulders were stained with snowflakes.
After a while, An Chen said, "I heard that you went to the reconnaissance camp."
Mo Shangyun hooked his lips playfully, "Why, want to catch up?"
An Chen was startled, a little embarrassed.
It was he who was sorry for Mo Shangyun.
In fact, there is no reason to approach her anymore.
"Being entangled?"
An Chen was silent, but a familiar voice came from Mo Shangyun's headset.
Mo Shangyun raised his hand, touched his ear, and smiled, "Where is it?"
"Uphill."
Simple response, calm voice.
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and heard the sound of the motorcycle starting. He glanced at it and saw a black motorcycle rushing like an arrow at an unbelievable speed.
An Chen also followed the voice.
A man, driving the Yamaha R1 that Mo Shangyun had previously driven, rushed straight here.
The speed was so fast that people subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the Yamaha R1 stopped steadily one meter away from them.
Mo Shangjun walked straight over.
The man handed the helmet to Mo Shangyun, moved tacitly, and then opened the goggles.
An Chen took a closer look and found that he didn't know him.
"Go back, someone will pick you up."
Yan Tianxing left a sentence and covered the goggles again.
At the same time, Mo Shangjun took off his cowboy hat, put on a helmet, put on Yan Tianxing's shoulder, jumped in the air, and sat behind him.
An unconcealed emotion emerged from his chest, but stuck in his throat. An Chen opened his mouth and wanted to say something to Mo Shangyun, but he couldn't pronounce a word.
car, drove away.
An Chenjing stood on the spot, looking at the distant figure from a distance, until it disappeared, and his eyes were never taken back.
"Ex-girlfriend?" Yu Yitong came to An Chen's side.
An Chen said with some difficulty, "That's right."
Originally, he asked casually, but he never thought about it, and when he got a positive answer, Yu Yitong looked at him in amazement.
"Not like it?" An Chen asked.
Yu Yitong shook his head, "It's not like that."
An Chen laughed at himself, and after a long time, he said, "Yes."
"How do you think she got in the car?"
"do not know."
Yu Yitong narrowed his eyebrows lightly, his eyes burning with interest and fun.
Then she asked, "What's her name?"
An Chen said word by word: "Mo, Shang, Yun."
Ink on Yun.
An existence that he will never reach.
Yu Yitong raised his eyebrows.
Mo Shangyun, looking forward to seeing each other for a while.
Yamaha R1 driving on a mountain trail.
Yan Tianxing didn't drive for a while, when he felt something knocking on his helmet.
So he stopped.
Yan Tianxing turned around and found the hand that Mo Shangjun wanted to withdraw.
Sure enough it was her.
"What?" Yan Tianxing asked.
Since it was discovered, Mo Shangyun didn't pretend, he retracted his hand, opened the goggles, and affirmed: "Dirty."
After a short pause, Yan Tianxing smiled and asked gloomily, "Who threw it into the mud pit?"
Mo Shangjun glanced up and explained without any guilt: "The situation is urgent."
058, yes, is to find fault