Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

Qingqing left her breath on Moze, so she found him quickly.

Moze was sitting in a dilapidated restaurant. He propped his chin, and kept his eyes fixed on a certain place. As a ghost, he could naturally feel the same kind of aura. When he moved his eyeballs, he saw that the person was sunny, and his face changed drastically.

"How did you get here? Are you fucking following me?"

His hair was windless and automatic, showing his beautiful facial features. Even if he was angry, it added a touch of bright red. Sunny automatically filtered out his swear words. He squinted his eyes and admired it for a while, and sat unhurriedly in the seat closest to him. Sitting on the seat, he smiled and looked around.

"Don't say that, Lao Mo, it's not considered stalking, it's just that I haven't seen you for a few days, and I miss you very much."

"Fart!" Moze's entire face was covered with red marks, looking hideous and terrifying, "Get out of here now!"

Qinglang is not a good-tempered person either. When he saw Mo Zelai, his face turned cold, and his eyes were filled with sarcasm, "Why, are you going to fight me here? Take it all down for you."

"Try, eh?"

"Heh!" Mo Ze suddenly bent his lips into a smile, the arc was so big that it was distorted, the palm of his side was already wrapped by a gust of wind, and his eyes were full of madness.

"If you think that I can be threatened at will, you are wrong. I haven't found out what happened that night with you."

Seeing his appearance, Qing Lang also sighed inwardly, this guy is simply a dynamite bag, it explodes at one touch, and it's a miracle that he didn't become a ghost after he died.

Maybe not a miracle?

"welcome!"

Moze was still aggressive at first, but when he heard the sound, he immediately faded away like a deflated balloon.

Qing Lang was so curious that she looked around, and saw a middle-aged woman with a good figure. Although her face was yellow, her facial features were very good. It could be seen that she must have been beautiful when she was young. She was wearing an apron and smiled. Several guests came in at the door.

She wiped the dining table with a towel, and a few guests sat down. A bald man in the lead looked around, with obvious disgust in his eyes, and said in a rough voice, "Boss, if you have any good things, you can serve them all. We A few eat a lot!"

"Hey, wait a minute." The middle-aged woman responded repeatedly and trotted into the kitchen.

"Tsk, if it wasn't for the elder brother, I really don't know there is such a dilapidated restaurant on our site, and I don't know if there is any oil and water." One of the men stretched out his hand to wipe the surface of the table and rubbed his fingers, "That's so clean. The cockroaches don't care anymore."

"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed out loud.

Qing Lang was sitting at the table next to them, and he looked at Mo Ze without a trace. His face was already black with anger, and he stood behind the bald man, staring at him gloomyly.

The bald man trembled suddenly, looked around, "Is the air conditioner turned on? Why is it cold?"

"Come here!" The middle-aged woman put bowls of beef noodles on the table with a plate, and finally put down a few small dishes.

The beef noodles looked full of ingredients and full of aroma, but no one moved their chopsticks.

The bald man stirred the noodles casually with his chopsticks, put down the chopsticks before taking a bite, and raised his eyebrows, "That's it?"

The middle-aged woman stared at him blankly, not understanding what he meant.

One of the men shook his head violently, "My dog ​​won't even eat this side."

The middle-aged woman's face was pale, and she would not be so stupid as to think that her noodles were not tasty.

These people came here on purpose to find trouble.

"Big Brothers," the middle-aged woman forced herself to calm down and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, this is a small business, and there are no shop assistants. The only thing I can sell is beef noodles."

"Then let's eat it!" Everyone got up, and some people directly lifted the table, all the bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground, and the noodle soup and bowl fragments spilled all over the floor.

"Looking for death!" Mo Ze's eyes were stained with bloodthirsty bright red, he directly grabbed the bald man's neck, and he was about to show up.

Qinglang sighed, he would be an idiot if he didn't know what these people were doing at this time, he got up and walked over, pressing Moze's hand without refusal.

"You..." Moze's pupils shrank, and the anger on his face disappeared, but the aura all over his body became more and more dangerous, "You still want to stop me?"

"Do you believe that I really killed you?"

Qinglang felt that Moze's tone was a bit sad, he shook his head calmly, "Old Mo, I'm not stopping you, they deserve to die, but this place is not suitable for dead people."

Moze's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the middle-aged woman.

"Okay, if we can't afford the money, we'll use this place as our base. It's not a loss if we come here to eat every day." The bald man touched his neck while talking, frowning slightly.

Why did you feel palpitations just now?

He touched his head, "I'll give you three days. If you can't pay the money, I will do what I say. Don't think about calling the police, or the amount will double, and I'm leaving!"

Everyone went out, and Mo Ze was about to follow with a sullen face, but Qing Lang stopped him.

"Let me go."

Moze raised his eyebrows, he felt that today's sunshine was abnormal, and he was in a bad mood, "What are you kidding?!"

"I'm not kidding," Qing Lang glanced at the middle-aged woman, who was already slumped on the ground with a dazed expression, "She doesn't look right, you should stay here with your family."

At this time, Mo Ze also noticed the state of the middle-aged woman, and hurriedly walked over to check it anxiously, his expression struggling.

Qing Lang patted him on the shoulder and walked straight out of the door.

"Don't be brave, it's better to owe me a favor than to lose an important person."

Moze shuddered, turned around and Qinglang was no longer there.

For Qinglang, dealing with a few hooligans was just a choice between death and life. He returned to the restaurant in less than half an hour, and found that everything had returned to the original state as soon as he entered the door, without the mess just now.

"You didn't kill those people?"

When Qing Lang turned his head, Mo Ze grabbed his neck and pressed him against the wall. Facing his red eyes that were almost bleeding, he lowered his voice, and his words were filled with gloom and murderous intent.

"Then I'll kill you!" He gritted his teeth and began to tighten his fingers, nails digging deep into the clear skin.

"Old Mo, don't just kill and kill when you're unhappy, okay?" Qing Lang's face was calm, and his voice was a little more helpless. As a ghost without substance, he had already lost his breath, even if he was strangled by the neck, he could Continue to talk, "I've solved it, you let go."

"How did you solve it?" Moze didn't let go, but continued to ask.

"What else can I do? Let them be paralyzed by an accident, they will never come again, and your family will not be implicated in the murder." Qing Lang said without any emotion in his eyes. The cold taste in it even made Moze feel a chill.

Hearing this, Mo Ze let go of his hands, crossed his chest and looked Qing Lang up and down, "No wonder your aura is obviously dangerous, but you have no killing intent at all. I underestimated you."

"It's not because I used tricks that I didn't have any killing intent." Qing Lang clutched her neck, leaned against the wall and resumed her previous idleness, "It's just that I have long regarded myself as a ghost, so naturally I won't get angry at weak people. Got an idea."

"By the way, what happened to your family?" Qing Qing looked around, but there was no one there.

"She's fine, and soon she cheered up and tidied up the surroundings." Moze turned his head and frowned after saying this, and said after a while, "You are helping me on purpose, what do you want me to do?" ? You said, I won't owe you favors."

In fact, what Moze said was correct. Qinglang came to the door for this reason. Although the memory of the original owner was chaotic, it had gradually recovered with Qinglang's clear consciousness. He had his own plan to find An Jianning, and this helper, Lin Qi is not good, but Moze is very suitable.

But he can't speak bluntly, and smart people don't need to hide their words, but what he wants is not simply repaying repayment. Compared with debt of favor, emotional cards are better.

"Are you too sensitive? Is it possible that I can predict your difficulties?" Qing Lang sneered, and he looked up at the moon hanging in the sky. There was no smile on his face, "The moon is very round tonight, so I just Come to find your friend."

friend?Mo Ze's heart was inexplicably moved, seeing Qinglang's earnest demeanor did not seem to be fake, and he who was always sharp-tongued was just silent at this moment.

"I've been dead for 40 years..." Qing Lang glanced at Moze, her voice didn't have too much emotional ups and downs, "You don't know how unjust I died, I was the person I liked on the school rooftop Confess, and before I knew the answer, the railing broke, and I fell off and died."

"This question has troubled me for 40 years, until now I still wonder whether he likes me or not."

"Pfft! Haha!" Moze would never let go of any opportunity to laugh at Qing Lang. Not only would he laugh, but he would lie on the ground and lay aside, laughing happily, and the smell of gunpowder between the two faded instantly. Not a lot.

Qing Lang's reaction to him was just a smile, she had let go of death a long time ago, she just wanted to ease the atmosphere, "Don't just laugh at me, how did you die?"

Moze's wanton laughter stopped abruptly, he lay flat, his black eyes were quietly looking at the ceiling, there was no irritable roar in the usual days, and his voice was full of intoxicating magnetism.

"I'm not much better than you. The woman just now was my sister." He stretched out his arm to cover his eyes, leaving only his raised lips. "I used to control her too tightly, causing her to have few friends. I was blackmailed in private, and the last time it was so serious that I used a knife, and I was stabbed to death in order to protect her."

He still didn't move his arms away, and he couldn't see Qinglang's expression at this time, but only heard his calm voice.

"It's good to die for the people you care about, and I'm willing to do it instead."

Moze lowered his arms, raised his eyebrows with suspicion, "You will do this? You still want to find someone you like? How many years have passed, what's the use of loving you?"

"It's useful, I should go." Qing Lang looked at the time and didn't plan to stay any longer. He was satisfied with the achievement of his goal today, and he smiled at Moze.

"I like it, no matter what he becomes, I will always like it."

The only answer to him was Moze's disdainful middle finger.