[Transmigration Book] The main character is always scaring me

"You guys are so worrying!" Mo Yu stepped forward, and lightly hammered Bai Meng with his fist: "Go, go, come down to the arena to fight with me."

"...Oh, um."

Bai Meng went on the road with the others without changing his expression. Before going out, Bai Meng's gaze wandered around the room inadvertently, but unexpectedly met Mo Hankui who was standing motionless in the room.

The other party's handsome face was still as frosty and expressionless, but those dark gray eyes seemed to be suppressing something, and there were emotions that Bai Meng couldn't understand rolling in them.

But Bai Meng only looked away as if nothing had happened.

There are too many things in the world, he can't take care of them, and he doesn't want to take care of them.

So no matter what kind of past this body has with Mo Hankui, everything is gone.

Stepping out of the door, the sun is just right outside the house. There are some unknown small flowers growing in the yard. They are numerous and dense, and the stamens are warm yellow under the sunlight. A small and delicate vine next to it winds upwards along the fat pink house pillars. Strings of pink and purple flowers hang on it, trembling in the wind, delicate and charming.

"...It's all blooming..."

Bai Meng murmured subconsciously, something flashed through his mind quickly, and Bai Meng just wanted to catch it, but suddenly someone patted his shoulder, making his brain empty for an instant, and he also forgot what was wrong before.

"how?"

It was Mo Jiuge who patted him on the shoulder. Bai Meng raised his eyelids to look at him, but saw that the other party's long crow feathers were slightly raised, and the tea-brown pupils were shining brightly in the sun. The tenderness inside was like ink stains, too thick to dissolve. open.

"……nothing."

"It's fine if you don't want to fight." Mo Jiuge smiled slightly: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat the snacks from Xingge Palace last time? Now there is a kind of pastry just now."

"Forget it, forget it, you just woke up, let's not go to the competition, let's go eat pastries," Mo Lei winked at Bai Meng: "But you have to treat! Otherwise, I'm sorry everyone!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Let Captain Bai treat you!"

"That's right! He lied to our feelings!"

Bai Meng: "..."

"...Actually," Bai Meng hesitated for a moment, but his eyes were cast on everyone with great interest: "Anyway, everyone can't beat me, and there is no loss in going to the arena."

Everyone: "..."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha..." Bai Meng laughed wildly, arousing public outrage and almost causing a siege.

"Okay, okay," Bai Meng dodged everyone's attacks, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth: "I treat you, I treat you."

"It's more or less..." Mo Yu muttered and stopped, but in the next second, Bai Meng rolled up his sleeves angrily.

"Now I want to grab a little friend to pay for me, who is so lucky... Wow, it's actually Mo Yu..."

"get out!!!"

Along the way, a few people came out of the main hall just like this, behind them, Mo Hankui stood still, until he could no longer see Bai Meng's back, Mo Hankui reacted like this, and hurriedly chased after him go out.

Walking to the yard, the small pink and purple flowers that fell on the ground have been crushed mercilessly, turning into slate spots.It happened that a gust of wind blew by, and the sparse, incapable of clinging to the vines, the remaining flowers fell down. A white and clean hand with well-defined bones accidentally caught the scattered remaining flowers, and the gray eyes were full of deep feelings.

"Han Kui, it's spring now, if you sprinkle some seeds in the yard, do you think I will harvest a bunch of watermelons in summer?"

The boy's eyebrows were curved, and his obsidian-like pupils shone brightly.

The young man glanced at him indifferently, then turned his head away, and said coldly: "No."

"Ok?"

"Because the seeds in your hand are not watermelon seeds, your previous seeds were knocked over. They found them randomly outside. They are probably dead buds and cannot grow."

"........."

Bai Meng: I want to beat that man to death! ! !

"Forget it, forget it, throw it away casually, in case it can't think about it, it will bloom?"

...really blooming...

Mo Hankui put the residual flower in his arms, his gray hair was blown up by the wind.Behind him, the vines were in full bloom.

Although the flowering period is cut off, there is still a wait, and now only the young man is missing.

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