Chapter 273 You Are Different
"I imagined who would find me first."
"Besides you, there are only blind people."
"I'm very curious about what the blind man is doing. Did he have an accident or was he delayed by something?"
After hearing these words, Zhang Qiling suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Sang Mo really knew them well. He didn't doubt that the blind man wouldn't look for him. He was just curious about what happened to the blind man. Zhang Qiling could understand this. What concerned him was...
[It seems like you really hope that the person who finds you is blind...]
At least, Zhang Qiling heard a hint of this in his ears.
The evil spirit also echoed: "Yes, yes, I am also curious, is that blind dog really blind?"
But it was obvious that Zhang Qiling couldn't hear her.
Unless the evil spirit shows up on its own initiative, people without ghost eyes can see her or even hear her words.
However, the evil spirit's magnetic field is now stronger and more intense. Even without deliberately sensing it, one can still sense that creepy and cold presence.
Sang Mo seemed not to hear Zhang Qiling's words. He finished the last puff of his cigarette, flicked it with his fingertips, and the cigarette butt flew lightly and landed a few meters away.
"Nannan, go cook. Add a dish of chicken tonight, either boiled chicken or braised chicken."
The evil spirit glanced at the expressionless Zhang Qiling, curled its lips and floated into the wooden house, "Lucky luck for him."
"I found the master, and he asked me to make him a plate of chicken. Since he is the master's boyfriend, I will reluctantly make him a plate of boiled chicken."
At this moment, Zhang Qiling had already noticed that the strong and cold aura around him was no longer there.
[It seems that the evil spirit has returned to the cabin.] 】
Sang Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Can you feel it, Nannan?"
Zhang Qiling nodded, "Yeah."
People with pure blood can indeed feel it. Si Jingxing also said at the beginning that the Nannan he felt was a body of energy that could not be ignored.
What's more, Nannan is already an ancient god and has become very powerful. Even if she deliberately conceals her aura, people with pure blood can still feel her presence.
Sang Mo did not delve into this question. He leaned his back against the tree trunk and stared at the sunset in the sky with half-closed eyes.
Without saying anything, I said in my heart: [Is the blind man blind or paralyzed? 】
The bullet should not have been taken out. Since it was not taken out, there were these unexpected situations for Hei Xia Zi.
Zhang Qiling looked at his profile. Just now he had the thought that Sang Mo seemed to hope that the person who found him was a blind man. Now hearing these words... his reason was trying to restrain himself, but his emotion could not.
[There is really only a 1 point difference between 88 points and 89 points. 】
Sang Mo's favorability towards the blind man is 88 points, and his favorability towards him is 89 points. This is the highest favorability value he achieved when he was conquering them.
He was silent for a moment, then said, "No, the blind man went to Germany and we haven't been in touch for three months."
After getting the answer, Sang Mo said, "That's good."
[The strategy is completed, your favorability has reached 100, I will not die, and I will not be punished for the mission. 】
Zhang Qiling was stunned, and the uncontrollable surprise immediately washed over his heart.
【Very good! 】
[Sang Mo will no longer be punished by the system! 】
But soon worry and panic began to spread, […then will leave? Or continue to stay here? 】
[Should I stay here?] You haven't left for three years. Are you reluctant to leave here? 】
Sang Mo was amused. He turned his head to see the fear in his eyes and said, "I won't leave."
“It should be said that I can’t leave.”
"Before I came into this world...I was already dead."
[If there was no system, my body would have remained lying on the cold marble floor until the hourly worker came to clean my house three days later and found my body. 】
Zhang Qiling, “!”
[So...you have died seven times. 】
[It must be very painful, beyond the pain that life should endure, and I...we...are still making you suffer, making you suffer the pain of death again for six times in a row. 】
He raised his hands to cover his eyes, afraid that he would lose control and let the mist inside roll down into beads.
Sang Mo lit a cigarette for herself and didn't look at her boyfriend who was out of control.
He said in his heart: [Died of passion murder. 】
[Aren’t you curious about what kind of person I was before I came to this world? 】
With just this one sentence, Zhang Qiling keenly sensed that there was something hidden here. This was Sang Mo's story.
【I want to know, but...】
[If he listened, would that be tearing open his wounds? 】
Zhang Qiling knew that Sang Mo would not have mentioned this topic for no reason, as if he wanted to uncover some truth, but was it really necessary to uncover the veil covering this truth?
But Sang Mo didn't care whether he wanted to listen or not, his voice had already been heard.
[The reason why it is called a murder of passion is because I was killed by my ex-boyfriend. 】
[Well, maybe he thought I was such a scumbag and couldn't stand the fact that I liked someone else while I liked him, so he killed me, and also killed my boyfriend at the time, and the man I had had a scandal with. 】
[You heard it right, I am such a scumbag. 】
[To be honest, although I have had many scandals with many people, the only ones I like a little bit are my ex and my current boyfriend. This can be considered as a love suicide for three people, but I was kidnapped by the system and came to this world. 】
[The system took me through time and repaired the fatal injuries on my body. I accepted the mission and could survive as long as I conquered the target. 】
[Who wants to die when they can live?] 】
[I remember I said in my heart before, how can the children of aristocratic families be naive and live in harmony with the world? 】
[I used to be such a kid from an aristocratic family. Although I had a low IQ and a rather romantic history, I was also the dark moonlight in many people’s hearts. 】
[Only a scumbag like me can quickly get into the role after the restart, pursue the target with new feelings and create an ambiguous relationship by the way. 】
"Zhang Qiling, knowing me like this, are you still willing to be my boyfriend?"
Zhang Qiling simply stretched out his hand, forcefully grasped his right hand, and intertwined his fingers together.
"No matter what you look like, I still love you, Sang Mo."
Sang Mo just smiled, "Don't be jealous. If I were to use a specific level of favorability to explain it, I probably only have a 60% favorability towards both of them."
"I like her a little bit. It's just her face and figure that I like a little bit."
"You're different."
"No matter what, my highest favorable impression of you is 89 points."
Zhang Qiling nodded heavily, and his clasped hands gradually became tighter, as if he was declaring his possessiveness through this action.
[I’m not jealous, I’m not jealous, I’m not… Damn it, I can’t hypnotize myself, I still kind of mind whether he has had intimate contact with his ex…]
[Probably not, yes, no, Sang Mo is not such a casual person, Sang Mo is only intimate with her boyfriend...]
[Shit, both his ex and current boyfriend were his boyfriends, so they must have had some intimate contact...]
[I can't mind it. I killed him. What right do I have to mind the past? He also had the pain in his past caused by me! As long as I can see him happy, that's enough. 】
Sang Mo, "............."
He retracted his gaze, looked at the sunset in the sky again, and said softly: "What should we do, or break up?"
"I don't care. You have amnesia anyway, don't you?"
Zhang Qiling stiffened instantly. He stood up and anxiously knelt on one knee in front of Sang Mo, "No, no, Sang Mo, can you help me get rid of my amnesia, please?"
"I don't want to forget you."
"I don't want to, I don't want to, but I can't and I don't dare to be sure, I'm afraid I will forget you, can you help me?"
Sang Mo stretched out his hand to cover his cheek, rubbing his fingertips on his skin, and chuckled, "This is not a long mouth."
Zhang Qiling, “?!”
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