"Hey! Where did you come from?!"
There was some resentment in his voice.
Mo Shangyun frowned slightly, loosened the strap, raised his hand and touched his ear.
A bit noisy.
Turning around, Mo Shangjun looked up, only to see Midsummer carrying a gun, striding towards this side, looking indifferent and suspicious, staring at himself coldly as if examining a prisoner.
Mo Shangyun didn't answer, his expression was idle.
Midsummer walked all the way up to her, imposingly domineering and aggravating his tone, "Ask you again, where did you come from?!"
This time, Mo Shangjun frowned fiercely.
The speed at which she made moves was unbelievably fast.
Seeing her approaching, Midsummer felt a pain in her lower abdomen before she noticed it, and she reacted suddenly. Midsummer subconsciously wanted to make a move, but her shoulders, elbows, and knees felt a sudden pain, which made her seem to lose all strength.
The next moment, she knelt down on one leg, twisted her left wrist behind her, and bent down in humiliation, without any ability to resist.
"you-"
Midsummer turned his head full of anger and aggrieved.
It was Mo Shangyun's cold and dangerous eyes.
In an instant, all Midsummer's words were blocked in his throat, and there was no sound.
"what happened?"
"midsummer!"
"Who, let go of her!"
…
After a while, a group of people arrived one after another and surrounded Mo Shangyun.
As soon as Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, he saw everyone showing vigilance and precaution, as if they could rush up to beat her at any time.
"Sorry, I don't like being yelled at."
Mo Shangjun said lightly, but did not mean to let go of Midsummer.
"I've been yelled at, can I do anything?!"
"Let go of her now, or don't blame us for being rude!"
"Going out to carry our bags, it happened to be when our teammates disappeared. We were suspected of what happened. Can't we explain it clearly?!"
…
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows slightly and grabbed Midsummer's wrist with strength, but it was slowly aggravated by their words.
Midsummer's cold sweat poured out of pain, and in the end, she couldn't help it, and cried out, "Ah-".
For a time, everyone saw that something was wrong and shut their mouths wisely.
Yan Gui watched from the side, squinting slightly, with a play-watching smile on his face.
Mo Shangyun's method is relatively light, thinking back then—
Gee.
History is unbearable.
All in all, Mo Shangyun is the person who bothers others the most to yell at her, and likes others to confront her the most—because she is not afraid of confrontation.
The people in the first team looked at each other a few times, and finally, Yu Yan chose to "negotiate" with Mo Shangyun.
"I'm sorry, Midsummer is also in a bad mood because of the disappearance of his teammates. Seeing you coming back at this time... I have a bad attitude, so I apologize to you here." Yu Yan's tone was a little stiff.
Although he was reasonable and good-natured, he also faintly felt that this woman's behavior was a bit excessive.
Mo Shangjun sneered, "If I'm in a bad mood, can I beat you all for no reason?"
Yu Yan's face turned pale from her choking.
After a while, he said stiffly, "Then what are you going to do?"
Mo Shangyun ignored him.
He lowered his head, stared at Midsummer, and asked her, "what do you think?"
Midsummer suppressed his anger and said word by word, "I apologize."
Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes, waiting for her follow-up.
Holding a breath in his chest, without a place to vent, Midsummer felt that every nerve in his body was burning with anger, but it was only himself that was irritated.
She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "I'm sorry."
As soon as the voice fell, Mo Shangyun let go of her.
The left hand hangs down weakly, and Midsummer has the illusion that the bones are dislocated. In fact, it has been numb to the point of unconsciousness.
Mo Shangyun looked around and noticed that they were still standing still, raising his brows lightly, "Is there anything else?"
Midsummer stood up, turned to face Mo Shangyun, his momentum was still unabated, and insisted: "If you don't explain where you went, we will still doubt you, whether it was you who did something to our teammates."
"Whatever." Mo Shangyun chuckled lightly without any explanation.
She turned around and wanted to go to the campfire.
At this time, Yu Yan persuaded her seriously: "I think it's better for you to explain."
Mo Shangyun paused.
He turned around, met Yu Yan's calm eyes, and asked with a smile, "What if I didn't?"
"We will continue to doubt you and beware of you," Yu Yan paused slightly, his eyes darkened slightly, "even, to deal with you."
"If you have the ability..." Mo Shangyun's expression was suddenly cold, his eyes swept over everyone unhurriedly, and finally he smiled disdainfully, "please."
After he finished speaking, he ignored the wonderful faces of the group of people, put his hand in his trouser pocket, and continued to walk forward slowly.
"Depend on!"
Someone in the first team suddenly made a swearing sound, and was so angry that he directly raised his Type 95 automatic rifle.
"One more step and I'll shoot!"
Of course—
Before he finished speaking, he looked at Mo Shangyun's target through the scope of his rifle, but was surprised to find that Mo Shangyun had disappeared from sight.
Stunned for a while, he looked away from the scope, trying to widen his field of vision to find Mo Shangyun's figure, but suddenly heard a sneer coming from his side.
"Ah."
083. Cool tricks