Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 561 The Truth Is False (Forty)
.Before walking to the bedroom door, Xing Mo held the slightly cold doorknob, hesitated for a while, and then looked back at his father and mother.

Under the warm orange light, Zuo's father and Zuo's mother, who are busy and joking with each other from time to time, look basically no different from ordinary lovers.

Of course, this is only "looks like".

Turning around, looking at the old-fashioned anti-theft door in front of him, Xing Mo didn't speak, and quietly twisted the doorknob to enter the room, completely isolating everything in this world from his own small world with the sound of closing the door.

It was night, as cool as water.

The current season of the world is probably around autumn.

And here is the south, there is no heating, and things like winter are basically all relying on righteousness.

In the early autumn season, I haven't deliberately brought some warm items over here.

Xing Mo sat on the bed with only a single quilt, and was silent for a while, instead of turning on the light, he turned on the small pink desk lamp on his bedside table.

With a small sound of "click", the white light that made people feel involuntarily flustered filled a small corner.

The light that the small table lamp can bring is very limited, at most it can illuminate a small world at the head of the bed that Xing Mo is leaning on.

Xing Mo leaned on it as if he had lost his bones, and his eyes as black as spots of lacquer were staring at the small desk lamp without blinking.

The faint white light shone in the black pupils, adding a little bit of white to the black pupils that could not see the bottom, looking at... it was even more creepy.

I don't know where a small air current came from and passed over Xing Mo's eyes. Because of some itching, Xing Mo's eyes trembled physiologically twice.

When he reacted, a small moth that sneaked in without knowing when was sitting on top of the lamp.

"fluttering fluttering"

It waved its small, white wings with a little bit of black spots, and then its eyes as black as black beans stared at the light for a moment, and walked in without hesitation.

Moths fly into flames, committing suicide.

It approached the lamp, and it approached faith.

then……

Ended up in a smashed end.

"tsk"

A voice with a bit of hostility suddenly sounded in the air.

Xing Mo looked at the moth that was dead without a whole body, feeling inexplicably unhappy.

She blew on the dead moth on the bedside table, trying to blow it away.

However, he never thought that the ashes that had vanished into smoke circled in the air several times, and finally landed firmly on the table again.

Those ashes made up two small words.

【the truth】

Xing Mo was speechless for a long time, and after a while, he gave a funny snort, his beautiful eyes were full of contempt.

"What does this mean?"

It is obviously a question sentence pattern, but when the owner of this sentence said it, he used a declarative tone.

Xing Mo was lazily crossing his legs, but he didn't have the half-hearted hooliganism, and the surroundings were full of arrogance and arrogance.

"Humph."

She laughed and looked at the font without any emotion in her eyes.

"The truth? This is to warn the deity not to try to find the truth of the matter, and be careful that in the end, you will only end up with nothing but bones like this moth?"

(End of this chapter)