"My name is Mo Shangjun, and Su Mingsha is my master."
When he spoke, Mo Shangjun looked directly at Subei's line of sight.
The corners of Subei's lips evoked a subtle arc.
She raised her hand, dragged the chair not far away, sat down, and naturally raised Erlang's legs, fell back, and leaned on the back of the chair.
"I heard that you have seen You Nianyu." Subei asked her in a homely tone of gossip.
"Yeah." Mo Shangjun responded lightly, and after a short pause, looked at her suspiciously, "Do you know each other?"
"Several times."
Subei is one year older than You Nianyu, and You Nianyu is one year older than Mo Shangyun. They are about the same age. Originally, the elders wanted to introduce the three of them to each other, but Mo Shangyun's identity is special after all. It is a city, so I introduced the knowledge of North Jiangsu and You Nianyu.
You Nianyu's temperament is relatively cold, he doesn't like to talk very much, and Subei is not the temperament to make friends everywhere, so he was not familiar with You Nianyu before. The two were linked later because of the sacrifices of You Yi and Su Mingsha.
They want to know the result.
But no one will tell them.
And during the conversation, Mo Shangyun was occasionally mentioned—they wanted to know if Mo Shangyun knew something.
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun responded and slowly drank the warm water on the side.
Glancing at her, Subei didn't hesitate, and asked straight to the point, "What do you know about their deaths?"
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun stopped the action of putting down the water glass.
Subei saw this subtle action in his eyes, and his expression was a little dignified for no reason.
Soon, Mo Shangyun put down the water glass, removed his fingers, and placed his elbows on the table.
Raising his eyes, Mo Shangyun calmly looked directly into Subei's line of sight, and said word by word, "I know."
She knows it all.
However, she can't say.
Subei heard it and saw it.
Mo Shangyun didn't speak.
Squinting his eyes slightly, Subei looked at Mo Shangyun, with a calm and calm face, as if he had put everything down, but invisibly gave people a feeling of being hidden deeply.
The air suddenly fell into silence, and neither of the two made a sound to break the silence.
Time passed little by little.
Suddenly, there were steady and powerful footsteps in the corridor outside the door.
Subei's brows moved slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"understood."
After saying these three words with deep meaning, Subei stood up from his chair.
"Then," raised his hand to straighten the brim of his hat, and Subei lifted his eyelids to catch a glimpse of the figure walking to the door, and then smiled at Mo Shangyun, "See you later."
Mo Shangyun was startled.
see you later
Before Mo Shangyun could understand this doubt, Subei turned sideways and strode out of the office.
When passing by Yan Tianxing, who entered the door, Subei nodded to Yan Tianxing as if to say hello, and then walked out of the door leisurely and disappeared into the vision of the corridor.
Yan Tianxing came over, looked at Mo Shangyun with a solemn expression, then picked up an empty glass on the table as he passed by, turned around and came to the opposite table, poured some brown sugar, added hot water, and stirred it with a spoon. , took the soaked brown sugar water and walked back to the desk.
Mo Shangyun, who was still thinking about something, suddenly came to his senses when he saw this cup of brown sugar water, and his expression suddenly became more solemn.
She paused for two seconds, thinking about how to "reject" this cup of brown sugar water full of concern, but before she could think of a suitable reason, she suddenly heard Yan Tianxing's slightly smiling shout -
"Ink."
"Um?"
With a twitch of his eyelids, Mo Shangjun raised his head subconsciously, staring at Yan Tianxing vigilantly.
Yan Tianxing looked at her calmly, but smiled unconsciously, and he said word by word, "Bring me two days of soldiers."
"… Um?"
Mo Shangyun reacted after knowing it.
Bending his fingers slightly, he tapped on the table, Yan Tianxing leaned down, and got closer to Mo Shangyun.
He repeated: "Bring me two days of soldiers."
"What about you?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.
"Well," Yan Tianxing paused, took off her training hat that covered half of her face, and then looked at her white and delicate face with satisfaction, and said leisurely, "Look at you leading the troops."
Seems like a temporary reason.
Mo Shangjun laughed suddenly, fell back, and looked at him lazily, "You still bring such a lazy person?"
With his hands on the table, Yan Tianxing narrowed his eyes slightly, his lazy attitude as if everything was in his hands, he seemed to say inadvertently, "Momo?"
The intentional name and the magnetic voice made Mo Shangyun's bones crisp from the inside out, and he couldn't help shivering.
After holding on for three seconds, Mo Shangyun finally disarmed and surrendered.
"Okay," Mo Shangjun said simply, clapping his hands, "how do you say you bring it?"
"Just take it your way."
"… "
Mo Shangjun looked at Yan Tianxing strangely.
Then, once again determined in my heart that Yan Tianxing's heart was indescribably big in front of his own soldiers.
Such an excellent soldier, in Yan Tianxing, is like a test product, anyone can get started.
"What did she do to you?"
Pushing the brown sugar water in front of Mo Shangjun, Yan Tianxing asked about North Jiangsu.
"Subei?" Mo Shangjun glanced outside the door.
"Um."
"Reminiscing about the old." Mo Shangyun retracted his gaze and said lightly, "I used to have a teacher who was her uncle."
"Teacher?" Yan Tianxing asked suspiciously.
After all, I have been with Mo Shangjun for a while, and Yan Tianxing knows some things.
Since Mo Shangjun was 12 years old, her grandfather found three teachers for her, all of whom taught her to fight alone. For example, the father and You Yi, the first female soldier during the training period, You Nianyu, were Mo Shangjun's teacher. One; when Mo Shangjun was 14 years old, Chen Lu became her teaching teacher of wild survival; when Mo Shangjun was 19 years old, three of Mo Shangyun's teachers died in an accident.
Although Mo Shangjun didn't say it directly, Yan Tianxing could also guess that Mo Shangjun was also there at the time.
Just inquiries can tell you that Mo Shangjun was in the hospital at the time of You Yi's death, and these two things seem to be related.
"Well," Mo Shangjun picked up the cup of brown sugar water, but didn't drink it, but said casually, "His name is Su Mingsha."
Yan Tianxing froze.
Su Mingsha
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