Chapter 195

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"Nonsense, of course I know this, but it's your family's villain, are they okay?"

Speaking of the villain in the house, Mo Wenyang shuddered involuntarily, and felt faintly pain all over his body. Damn, he has grown so big, and he has never been beaten like that, especially after returning home. Mom also said that he was very good, and he almost didn't prepare a big reward, he felt very depressed, and he wished to be as far away from a guy who was not compatible with him, the better.

"Hehe... What a villain, Xiao Che is not as scary as you said."

Xing Feng couldn't help laughing, how long did Wen Yang intend to hold grudges?

"Fuck, it's not scary just like him? It's a bit insulting to say that he is crippled, so you will think that he is very good, and I heard that you are about to be called by a family?"

Mo Wenyang frowned in a repulsive manner, and then quickly put him on his shoulder, his eyebrows full of ridicule.

"Don't you think the villainous shòu of the town house matches the summoning shòu?"

Xing Feng didn't even refute his ridicule.

"Haha... You've fallen, you've really fallen, and you actually willingly went to call people to be called shòu..."

After being stunned for a short time, Mo Wenyang patted his thigh and laughed exaggeratedly, thinking that Xing Feng was so arrogant back then? Now that it has degenerated into this, love is really fucking poisonous, you can't touch it, absolutely can't touch it!

"I will remember what you said today."

Glancing at him lightly, Xing Feng pushed away the hand that was still on his shoulder in disgust, leaned over and took a sip from the teacup, calm and leisurely, as if Mo Wenyang was not joking about him.

"You don't have that chance."

The laughter stopped abruptly, the depths of the phoenix eyes that had never been serious went dark, and the heart quickly slid through a sharp pain. In a blink of an eye, five years had passed, and he was still in so much pain. If there really exist ghosts and gods in this world, Seeing that person in the sky, will he feel distressed for him?

Thinking of this, Mo Wenyang couldn't help but smile bitterly, right? If he felt distressed, he wouldn't have left so suddenly, and he didn't even leave a few words of information for him.

"Remember Shao Ting again?"

It's not just him, Xing Feng's air pressure was very low when he mentioned this name, Shao Ting, their small hair, is also the most reliable comrade-in-arms, but his life withered before it bloomed, and it withered because of him. It's a pain they can never get over.

"What do you miss him? He won't miss me. When the day is over, I will marry his ten or eight wives, and I will be mad at him again."

After sweeping away the previous pain, Mo Wenyang raised his head and looked arrogant, not so much that he loved him, but that he hated him, because he rejected him with death. For him, it is undoubtedly a huge shame, he will not forgive him, never in this life.

"Oh, yes."

With a dispensable response, Xing Feng turned his head again and said, "I don't know how many times someone has said this, Mingxuan, do you have a record?"

I don't know who was chasing Shao Ting like crazy all day regardless of the opposition of my aunt and uncle, or even military discipline. Who in the army didn't know that the young master of the Mo family likes men? At that time, he was really young, frivolous and enthusiastic. They could all see that Shao Ting was powerless to fight back, but just when they all thought they would come together, Shao Ting died, without any help. The sacrifice of early warning was on the battlefield, and what followed was Wenyang's transformation. The frivolity was gone, and the enthusiasm was extinguished. In the eyes of outsiders, the Mo family became more and more cynical and condescending, but those who knew him knew that, When Shao Ting died, he also took away his young and enthusiastic heart.

"Eight times if not ten times. If Shao Ting had a spirit in the sky, he would probably hear calluses in his ears."

Gu Mingxuan's face was expressionless, and he complained in a serious manner. They were also the ones who witnessed that period of history.

"Hey, hey, if you don't play with you like this, will you bully me alone? Believe it or not, if I pull out the troops, one person can drown you with a single spit."

Mo Wenyang has experienced this kind of ridicule many times, and there is no pressure to deal with it.

Only he can be so shameless, Xing Feng and Gu Mingxuan both gave him a look of disgust and let him experience it for himself, Mo Wenyang laughed twice, and suddenly said: "You haven't said your family Is there any problem with the murderer of the town house, I heard that their main fighting strength is only a few people, and the rest are not old people or women but children."

As for the object of cooperation, he naturally investigated secretly,

"Xiao Che won't give them the chance to take advantage of them, you can rest assured, and don't forget, they're right next door to me, what's the matter with Mingxuan?"

Gu Mingxuan, no matter before the end of the apocalypse or after the end of the world, relies on his brain to eat. Those people want to play with his brain, and a dozen more are not enough.

"Also, I have heard a lot of legends about them recently. Those people are really good, but unfortunately they are a little too brutal."

Mo Wenyang is not honest with his mouth. He is very optimistic about them, but he still remembers a few words after finishing the matter.

Too lazy to talk to him again, Xing Feng held up the tea cup again, Gu Mingxuan who was sitting with him always looked like he was hanging up high, Mo Wenyang couldn't stay for long, and after saying a few words, he stood up: "This is That's it, we'll act according to the plan, town house... you'll follow up with your family too, don't screw it up."

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