Chapter 152

Yu Lan danced around Mo Wen's neck and looked very happy.

"Blue blue, do you remember the days when we were together?" his voice trembled uncontrollably. Mo Wen asked cautiously holding Yu Lan's face.

He had some expectations, but also some fears.

However, Yu Lan twisted up her eyebrows in doubt and held the wrist of ink with doubts on her face.

"Ow?" she shook her head and her eyes flashed twice.

"Haven't you remembered..."

Mo Wen bowed his head and was inevitably disappointed.

But then he was relieved.

If Lan Lan remembers it, he must remember not only the time they spent together, but also the memory of leaving him and Xu Jielin together.

And those memories should never be remembered by Yu Lan... Now he is very satisfied to be with Yu Lan.

Keenly noticed that Mo Wen hung his head and was in a bad mood. Yu Lan strangely tilted his head and tiptoed to drop a kiss on his forehead.

"Ah Wen." she looked at Mo Wen seriously and called his name seriously. Her eyes were full of trust and dependence.

Don't be sad, you are everything to me.

"That's right." he hugged Yu Lan in his arms. Mo Wen buried his head in her neck and closed his eyes, "that's enough."

Quietly hugging Mo Wen's thin but strong waist, Yu Lan moved the tip of his nose and vaguely saw several white snowflakes.

She raised her head and looked at the falling snowflakes. There were few quiet colors in her eyes, and she could not afford the slightest ripple.

In her memory, the scene of Mo Wen standing in front of her and wrapping himself in a scarf, the scene of them having a snowball fight in the snow, the scene of them chasing, laughing, and then lying on the snow hand in hand.

These... Are her most precious memories.

"Snow." she couldn't help laughing. The corners of her eyes were bright, "ah Wen, it's snow."

Mo Wen's head moved. He looked up at the sudden heavy snow all over the sky and couldn't help laughing.

"Well, it's snow."

Close tightly Yu Lan's cloak, Mo Wen leaned down and held her face and asked, "go back?"

"No." Yu Lan said capriciously.

"Let's play for a while." he got up and took Yu Lan's hand. Mo Wen smiled gently. His smile was softer than snow.

Yu Lan opened his hand and then the flying snow all over the sky. A bright smile appeared on his stiff face, which was also more dazzling than the snow.

"After so long, I can finally take your hand for a walk in the snow." holding Yu Lan's hand tightly, his slender eyelashes trembled on his slightly drooping eyelids, hiding unspeakable joy and attachment.

Raised his head and looked at Mo Wen's red cheeks. Yu Lan was naughty and fell into his arms. Before he could say anything, an arrogant voice suddenly came from a distance, which forcibly destroyed the quiet and warm atmosphere between them.

"As I said, this must have been done by the white base."

Mo Wen raised his eyes and looked at a group of people outside the deep lane. He pulled Yu Lan and was ready to go back.

But Yu Lan seems to be curious about the people outside.

"Blue, there are too many people here. Shall we go back?"

He coaxed Yu Lan with great patience. Mo Wen's warm hand gently hugged her waist. It seems that he doesn't intend to give her a chance to refuse at all.

Fortunately, the people who didn't want to do it in blue eye really didn't have any attraction. She nodded, leaned cleverly against Mo Wen's arms, and walked back with him.

Sticking out his head and looking at the tall woman standing outside, the red fire reflected the woman's beautiful face, which made Yu Lan frown hard. He felt that his back, which had no trace, seemed to be aching faintly.

The light in her eyes suddenly became cold, and she was filled with killing intention inexplicably at the bottom of her eyes.

"Blue?" rubbed Yu Lan's head. Mo Wen's side eyes were against her head, so that she could only focus on him, "what's the matter?"

"Ao Wu -" he whispered, and Yu Lan "Baji" kissed Mo Wen on the tip of his nose.

Nothing happened, she smiled.

Perhaps Yu Lan's killing intention touched Yu Ruoshui's intuition. She turned and stared at the dark alley on her side. Without warning, she flashed in and found that there was no one in sight.

"What's the matter, miss?" one of her confidants asked.

"Nothing." Yu Ruoshui frowned, turned and walked back to the pile of corpses on the ground.

These bodies either lack arms or legs. In short, none of them is complete. They are piled up like a pile of broken parts.

"I said, it must have been made by the people of the white envoy base." squatting down and pointing to the spade pattern on the face of one of the dead bodies, Yu Ruoshui said definitely, "my father once told me that people with some status in the white envoy base will engrave the patterns of spades and hearts somewhere on their bodies."

"But it's not certain that they did it." Wenning, who had been standing among the crowd, wrinkled his Zhengtai face and whispered, "the murderer can carve this pattern on their faces after killing them."

"Hanyu, you shine the light on the corpse." he said faintly to his confidant. After he did, Yu Ruoshui said arrogantly to Wen Suining, "you can have a good look at his wound. Obviously, it has a history of some time. It can't be scratched in these two days."

Looking at Yu Ruoshui's slightly disdainful appearance, Wen Suining didn't say anything. He just squatted down and carefully examined the wounds of the two bodies on the ground. He really didn't find any problems before he stood up.

These things should have been done by Qin Feng

Thinking of the madman's hands and feet being broken and unable to move, Wen Suining wanted to rush back immediately and strangle the madman's bad friends.

"It doesn't matter if you want to strangle me, but you must not hurt my angel... Well, you have to protect the man around him, you hear me!"

Qin Feng's crazy words echoed in his mind again, which made him turn his eyes secretly.

He remembered that he couldn't help asking Qin Feng not to hurt the angel zombie he hadn't seen before. Why can't he even hurt a man like this dog.

Qin Feng gave him more answers:

"You fool, I can't keep my angel like this. Of course, let that man look at it for the time being!"

Who the hell is a fool?

Wenning felt that the most terrible thing in the end of the world was not these grinning zombies, but the madmen around him.