Chapter 146 Snow-white hair

This cigarette was given to him by Sang Mo when they met.

After keeping it on my ear for so long, the cigarette has actually regained its moisture and lost its original punch. It feels a bit bland when I smoke it in my mouth, and my mouth is still full of the smell of smoke.

The most important thing is that it has a faint damp and salty taste because of the sweat.

Bai Gui couldn't bear to watch it, so he fumbled around in his pocket and threw the cigarette box to him, "Sometimes you can be really twisted."

"Even though he has mysophobia, he still managed to light up the damp cigarette that had been pinned to his ear for who knows how long and take a few puffs."

"Don't worry about the sweat stains and dust on it. Just throw away a cigarette and be done with it. Your mysophobia not only tolerates it, but you actually light it up and smoke it!"

Just for a cigarette, Bai Gui seemed to have endless things to complain about.

Si Jingxing pretended not to hear anything, reached out to grab the cigarette box that was thrown to him, and silently extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in his lips into the ashtray.

He shook out another cigarette from the box, put it in his mouth and lit it, and said in a low voice: "That was given to me by Sang Mo."

The white ghost was stunned for a moment, "......"

The look he gave Si Jingxing was tinged with a complexity that he himself was not aware of. After a moment of stunned silence, he asked, "Are you serious?"

Si Jingxing blew out smoke rings silently.

Seeing this deadly look made Bai Gui increasingly irritable. He stood up angrily, snatched the cigarette box from Si Jingxing's hand, then turned around and walked out.

Si Jingxing finished the cigarette quickly and fiercely, then put it out in the ashtray. He got up and went upstairs.

After figuring out Bai Gui's thoughts on Sang Mo, Si Jingxing felt that things in this world are always full of such drama.

He stood at the stairs, sighing as he went upstairs.

Fortunately, they had only been together for a short ten days, and while they were still in the process of exploring and observing, he did not want to get involved in his childhood friend's unconscious love affair.

Leave him a way out so that he won't be alone in the future.

After all, if a childhood friend doesn't fall in love, it's fine, but once he does, it's a fight to the death.

Tsk, what an unlucky guy, a piece of wood falls in love with another piece of wood who can lose memory.

Si Jingxing chuckled again. It seemed that he had to find another target to observe.

...

The next day, when Sang Mo woke up, he heard Bai Gui's nagging: "The water for washing your face is in the basin, and the toothbrush is the same one you used last time. Don't worry, it's very clean."

"Come down to eat after you've cleaned up. I'll talk to you about something after dinner."

Sang Mo nodded, quickly packed up and went downstairs, sat down at the table, picked up a big steamed bun and started eating. As he was eating, he noticed that there seemed to be fewer people.

He asked, "Where is Si Jingxing?"

Without even looking up, the white ghost replied, "I left before daybreak."

Sang Mo glanced at him, "Gone? Where did you go? Why didn't you tell me? This guy is not reliable."

"As expected, some unreliable friends are unreliable themselves."

White ghost, "."

Yunfeng said: "Brother Jingxing must have something urgent to do, and he won't stay in one place for too long to avoid being found by his family."

Sang Mo was puzzled, "Why?"

Yunfeng looked at Baigui and saw that he had no reaction. He hesitated but still said, "Brother Jingxing's bloodline is pure and rich, and his family is urging him to get married."

Sang Mo blinked, "....He is also being urged to get married?"

"No, in order to keep your bloodline pure, are you all marrying within your own clan?"

White ghost, "......"

Yun Feng nodded, "Brother Jingxing's family is like this. As for our family, we don't have this tradition. It is also because of this that our family is small, and A Zi, who has the strongest bloodline, also suffers from a blood disease."

"Brother Sang, you can think of this as a reversion to one's ancestors. Ah Zi has endured too much, but Brother Li and I just hope that Ah Zi can be safe and healthy."

Sang Mo wanted to say something but stopped.

Bai Gui seemed to see why he was hesitant to speak, and slowly shook his head and said, "His family knows, that's why they've been anxious to get him married."

Sang Mo, "......"

It is no wonder that Si Jingxing would not stay in one place for too long, to avoid being found by his family, and then being urged to get married, or even being taken back.

He sighed softly, "Although having family can be annoying sometimes, at least you're not alone. Family members who share the same blood are also the last line of defense."

Bai Gui didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say because he wanted to swear.

Yunfeng didn't respond. He thought about the difficulties his family had faced over the years, and about Li Ge's hard work and the burden he had shouldered.

The three of them ate breakfast in silence. After breakfast, Sang Mo went back to the big rock where he watched the sunrise. He asked the evil spirit, "Nannan, last time you tasted Si Jingxing's blood, did you figure out which two bloodlines it was?"

The evil spirit appeared from behind his ear with one closed eye, and said blankly: "Master, I have never tasted the blood of other ancestor witches, so I can't tell the difference."

"Qiangliang, Xuanming, and me, Ju Mang, do we really have descendants of Ju Mang?"

"Why didn't the descendants of Ju Mang go looking for Ju Mang's inheritance? Where are they? If they knew that I had awakened Ju Mang's bloodline, would they become enemies or would they treat me as a family member who was stranded outside?"

The evil spirit tilted his head and asked, "So the master agreed to come back again just to see if there are any traces of Ju Mang's descendants?"

Sang Mo did not comment.

The evil spirit added, "It looks like we will be very busy recently. After resolving the matter here, the master will have to look for Wu Sanxing's whereabouts and get rid of him by the way."

"Now I have to worry about the existence of Ju Mang's descendants. I am worried that the master will suddenly lose his memory."

Sang Mo, "......"

He comforted her: "Don't panic, you are still here. If I lose my memory, remember to tell me everything."

The evil spirit nodded, "Of course."

After the brief conversation, neither the master nor the servant spoke.

I don’t know how long it was, but snowflakes suddenly started falling from the sky. The evil spirit floated out of the house and stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes that penetrated her palm.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, turning Sang Mo's hair white.

Sang Mo slowly sat up, looking at the snow falling all over the sky, muttering absentmindedly, "It seems that this is the weather in Medog."

The evil spirit said, “That must be beautiful.”

Sang Mo took out his cell phone to take a picture of the scene, but looking at the snow in the photo, he always felt like something was missing.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated and rang. He looked at the caller ID on the touch screen: Blind Man.

Sang Mo suddenly became curious about what the other party wanted to talk about.

After he answered the phone, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Hei Xiazi's voice came through the receiver, with a metallic and cold tone. He said, "Sang Mo, it's snowing in the capital."

"It's nothing, it just started snowing... I tried to call you and it went through."

Sang Mo raised his eyelids to see the large flakes of snow flying down, and said, "It's snowing here too."

“Very big.”

"The mountains and forests were instantly covered with a layer of white."

Hearing this, Hei Xiazi couldn't help but laugh out loud, his tone was full of laughter, "It must be very beautiful."

I don't know whether it is talking about the snow scene or the people.