Shura love

In the middle of the night, a black sports car thundered through the streets and alleys. In such a quiet night, the appearance of the sports car was undoubtedly conspicuous. Many people flying in mid-air couldn't help but lower their heads to find out. It's a pity , the speed of the sports car and the aircraft is very fast, the only thing they can be sure of is that there are two men sitting in the car, one with the most popular short and thin hair, and the other with long hair shawl.

"Where are we going?"

They are none other than Di Mojun and Yan Moshang who came out of Di Mojun's private apartment. Seeing that they have been crossing the streets and alleys for half an hour, the route of the sports car is getting narrower and more secretive, Yan Moshang teased Brushing his long hair, he turned his head and looked at him suspiciously. He thought he had a clever and exquisite heart, and could easily see through others, except for this man in front of him. What.

"Squeak~"

The piercing sound of brakes suddenly sounded, and the sports car stopped steadily in a deserted open field. Indistinctly, Yan Moshang seemed to hear the shouts coming from the front that was shrouded in darkness, and Jian Mei couldn't help frowning , the situation seems to be getting weirder.

"Hey, put this on and get out of the car."

Knowing that he was full of doubts, Di Mojun was wicked and unwilling to tell him. He turned around and fetched two exquisite Nighthawk masks from the back seat of the sports car, put one on himself, and handed the other to him. Yan Moshang.

"... "

Looking at the exquisitely made black nighthawk mask in his hand, Yan Moshang expressed all kinds of speechlessness. Seeing that he had already opened the car door and guessed that he would not easily announce the answer, he simply stopped asking, put on the mask and followed , You will always know when you should know, sooner or later.

"Why don't you ask?"

He took his hand naturally, and the two of them strolled intimately under the night sky. Di Mojun was born with a black belly. He knew that he was cold-tempered and had no curiosity. He had given up asking for answers, but he changed his mind and thought about Fang to tease him.

"You will know when you should know."

Taking advantage of the moonlight to glance at him faintly, hearing the cheers and cheers getting closer, Yan Moshang smiled faintly, their destination seemed quite lively.

"Tsk tsk... so indifferent, stray cat, tell me, do you want to become stronger?"

He stopped and stared deeply at him for a while, meeting his doubtful gaze, Di Mojun put his hands on his shoulders, bent slightly to meet his gaze, there was no joking in his eyes.

This was the first time he was so serious in front of him, Yan Moshang smiled lightly, raised his hand to stroke his long hair that was blown by the night wind, he finally asked, as early as when he bumped into him practicing, he asked I wondered if he would ask, but he kept talking about him, as if he didn't care at all. He thought... Damn, he could bear it, and he actually picked such an undefended time to speak.

"You've seen it all, haven't you? No one will be willing to be a waste forever."