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Chapter 198 Mysterious Identity

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    Mo Xiaoxiao didn't know what he was going out for, so she took her eyes back from there without thinking too much. The room was ventilated from all sides and a strong cool wind kept blowing in. The clothes on Mo Xiaoxiao's body  It was relatively thin, and his hands could only rub against his own, but even so, it was still difficult to resist the cold wind like a devil.

    Gusts of cold wind on the spine unscrupulously scrape at her meager body temperature. Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes were placed on the kerosene lamp on the broken table, which was flickering in the wind.  It's because there are some underage little ghosts hiding in the wind, flicking the weak little flame from time to time, as shameless as bullying an infant child.

    Unknowingly, Mo Xiaoxiao put her thoughts into a long and lengthy way with the faint light of the flame, as if she had returned to a long time ago, searching for the good old days like panning for gold in her memories, but those  Days are like sand in an hourglass, you can only watch it pass by quietly, but you can't do anything to stop it, it's like a dream, a dream that you can't be the master of, a dream  Field itself can only be a bystander's dream, knowing that there is nothing to do, but no matter how loudly you scream, the other you, the former you, is indifferent, neither knows your existence nor hears the voice of the outside world.

    I don't know why, it's obviously a matter that has nothing to do with him, but for no reason, she will connect him when she turns a corner, sometimes she doesn't even notice this strange phenomenon,  It was as if it had been deeply rooted in her subconscious mind and could not be eliminated.

    Mo Xiaoxiao's face was shallow, a few traces of regret and relief flashed across her face, and she murmured to the single lamp alone: ??"I don't know how you are now, should you go back to Bizhou or stay here?"  In Jiangcheng, you shouldn't blame me for leaving without saying goodbye, I know you don't like people leaving without warning, but I have to do this, you should understand me."

    "Squeak" Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open again, and the door of Mo Xiaoxiao's memory was accidentally closed. Mo Xiaoxiao looked towards the broken door and saw  A sturdy black figure walked in with something in its arms. The fat figure crawling on the ground looked like a porcupine with needles all over its body.

    Mo Xiaoxiao, who was always vigilant, glanced at him from time to time, watching his every move, but the man didn't do anything, he just brought in some more firewood from outside the door, and lit the firewood with some leaves.  and build a fire in that drafty room.

    The man put a pile of dry wood on the ground, took out a match from his pocket, and started to light the fire very skillfully without saying a word to Mo Xiaoxiao.  The right eye was brightly illuminated by the blazing bonfire, and the star-like sparks filled his eyes, making his eyes seem to be bright again. With the help of the bright sparks, Mo Xiaoxiao was able to  He looked at him carefully.

    The middle-aged man in front of him has a shocking scar from the back of his ears to the back of his neck. He looks like a centipede lying on his neck, which is terrifying. On his muscular head, there is a black blindfold hanging horizontally  , although that face has experienced the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow, and has experienced the polishing of everything in the world, it has become very vicissitudes.  There are dense stubbles growing on his skin and chin. Just looking at his facial features, Mo Xiaoxiao feels that he is not a villain, and that he still has a somewhat noble temperament, but he is deeply affected by the vicissitudes of life.  You can see his original face.

    But combined with these, Mo Xiaoxiao felt that he definitely did not look like a local hooligan, a person who earned a living by stealing chickens and dogs, and was very curious about his origin and identity.

    The room was originally pitch-black, but now it was filled to the brim with the blazing fire, and those flames seemed to have legs, running around recklessly in the dilapidated room,  They frolicked and lit up that room, and the temperature seemed to rise accordingly, like the spring sun climbing up drunkenly.

    Mo Xiaoxiao stared at him intently, as if wanting to see what was going on, suddenly the man turned his head, and said coldly: "Why are you looking at me like this? I have words on my face?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head in embarrassment, turned her head around, picked up a wooden stick, gently fiddled with the burning fire, and said casually: "I just think  , you don't look like that."

    "Not like? Not like what?" the man asked.

    Mo Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, then slightly?He raised his head, looked into his eyes and whispered softly: "I just think that you don't seem like a bitch."

    The man's cold gaze just glanced at her lightly, and he snorted expressionlessly: "Then what should I do to act like a thug? You are not my kind, how do you know who I am?"  ?¡±

    "It's really not like, why am I lying to you, although I'm not saying that there are countless people, but I have never seen a thief like you, so I don't think you are like it!" Mo Xiaoxiao said casually.

    The man was silent for a long time without saying a word, his brows were slightly frowned, the light from the bonfire hit his face, like a wise man meditating endlessly.  Mo Xiaoxiao looked at him intently again, and felt more and more that this person must not be as simple as he appeared on the surface. The image of the ragged and messy clothes still couldn't suppress his aloofness revealed from the bottom of his bones.  He is very upright, with thick eyebrows, sword eyes, high nose and moon lips, but he wears an eyepatch to block his vigor. Instead, his bronze skin looks more sturdy and masculine.

    The curiosity in Mo Xiaoxiao's heart became stronger and stronger, and she couldn't wait to unravel the true face of this man, thinking that he must not be a simple gangster, his wisdom, calmness and knowledge of current affairs made her more determined.  idea.

    Mo Xiaoxiao thought of a way, and wanted to pry his mouth open, and threw a chatterbox at him as if nothing had happened: "May I know your name? I don't know what to call you, it's so boring."  Ah, how about we chat, otherwise it would be boring to sit here."

    Mo Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and looked at him solemnly, but he ignored her and ignored her nonsense.

    Mo Xiaoxiao just stared straight at him for a while, and suddenly felt the embarrassment of the atmosphere, so she nodded lightly and smiled blankly, then continued to ask with a calm face.

    "Hey, where is your family? I heard that your accent doesn't seem to be from Yangzhou, right? It's a bit similar, like the accent of the people on the edge of Jiangcheng. Then why did you come to Yangzhou? Hehehe, I heard  When you robbed me, you said that your name is Zhao Si'er, right? You shouldn't be a local, so why are you here? Could it be, do you have any relatives here, or"

    Mo Xiaoxiao intentionally left a question, and after asking, she stared at him intently, as if she was determined to ask something, and when she got impatient with the man, she casually refuted her a few words: "No, don't think nonsense."  , because people here are more likely to steal, that's fine, don't ask!"

    Mo Xiaoxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, for his perfunctory answer, Mo Xiaoxiao could only laugh awkwardly, and continued to respond to him: "Uhhehehe, it turns out to be like this, why are you so cold, but I  I have also met people who are many times colder than you, and we have become friends since then, so why don't you reject people thousands of miles away like this, and let's chat with each other when you are idle?"

    Unexpectedly, as soon as the words finished, the man glared at her himself, then turned his head away and ignored her: "What's there to talk about, I don't want to talk too much! I want to ask, I can't comment!"

    Mo Xiaoxiao also just stuck out her tongue secretly, thinking in her heart: What's so fierce, it looks like a zombie face, comparable to He Yuwen's paralyzed face, I want to see who you two are  can be better

    Suddenly, thinking of this, Mo Xiaoxiao's complexion suddenly darkened, as if he remembered something again, his eyes were dull and in a daze, looking at the blazing bonfire, his thoughts were stretched for a long time, and then  In the hazy light and shadow, I seem to see his face again, his expressionless and indifferent, his gentleness, his slight smile, his sullenness, his sadness

    She thought that these subtle things had already been forgotten by her, but she didn't know that the seeds had already been planted in her heart. Not only would they not fade away gradually with the passage of time, but they would become more intense, just like a  Like a vibrant vine, it was deeply and tightly tied up her heart and sank to the bottom of the river.

    Suddenly, a sharp and piercing sound of opening the door broke into Mo Xiaoxiao's ears without warning, cutting her thoughts into a mess, so she had no choice but to pack up those fragmentary memories at will, and forcefully stuff them into her heart.  In that sea, no one is allowed to discover its existence.

    A gust of cold wind also rushed towards the face, blowing away the warmth that Mo Xiaoxiao had hoarded, a thin and tall man came back from outside the door, his hands looked like a battle-hardened man.  The future general, proudly showing off to the people as if lifting the head of the enemy, walked towards the two happily: "Brother, I'm back, I'm back, but I'm so cold, it's snowing outside!"

    "Is it snowing? Really, is it really snowing? Great, it's snowing, I'm going to see the snow" Mo Xiaoxiao was shocked by his words, and suddenly felt a surge in her heart.  There is a kind of joy and joy for the first snow, just like a pool of tide is bursting out from the depths of the heart, which makes people feel happy.  The old man's joy.  "(Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)It's freezing to death, it's snowing outside!  "

    "Is it snowing? Really, is it really snowing? Great, it's snowing, I'm going to see the snow" Mo Xiaoxiao was shocked by his words, and suddenly felt a surge in her heart.  There is a kind of joy and joy for the first snow, just like a pool of tide is bursting out from the depths of the heart, which makes people feel happy.  The old man's joy.  "(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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