Chapter 120 The More You Fan, the More Cruel
For a novice blind person, time will actually be relatively slower.
When you can't see anything and there is only darkness in front of you, your emotions will change from boredom to irritability.
Sang Mo was also very bored, but since he was a blind man who had just lost his memory, no matter how bored he was, he still remembered what Zhang Qiling said when he left.
What's more, Nannan told him during the chat that the environment here was a bit bad, and there was nothing that could restrain her. Adhering to the conservative idea that dangers were lurking everywhere, Sang Mo really didn't run around this time.
He lay on the stone bed. When it felt too hard, he took out a cushion and spread it on top. He then found a pillow and a blanket from his space ring and slept for several hours with the pillow and blanket covering him.
After waking up, I ate something, took out my phone to play some music, chatted with my daughter, checked the situation with the system, and the time passed. Then I went back to sleep.
Five days passed like this. Zhang Qiling was a very punctual person and he returned on time.
I saw Sang Mo still lying on the stone bed. On the stone table beside him were many food bags, bread bags, instant noodle buckets, milk cartons, and red wine bottles....
It seems that Sang Mo did not let himself eat only compressed biscuits during these five days, although Zhang Qiling still found the packaging bag of compressed biscuits on the table.
Zhang Qiling walked to the stone bed and looked at Sang Mo who was sleeping soundly. It was not the first time he had seen such a sleeping face, but the feeling seemed different every time he saw it.
Maybe he was still in a vague stage before, but now he has a clear idea in his mind, Zhang Qiling thinks so.
After watching for a while and seeing no signs of Sang Mo waking up, Zhang Qiling sat down on a stone bench nearby. He also needed to rest and recuperate.
It was already seven hours later when Sang Mo woke up. He sensed someone in the room. Listening to the frequency of breathing, he called out, "Zhang Qiling?"
Zhang Qiling slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the stone bed. Sang Mo, who was lying on the bed, slightly turned his head to look at him. If it weren't for the dull eyes, Zhang Qiling would have had the illusion that Sang Mo could see him.
He responded, "I'm here."
Sang Mo sat up reluctantly, rubbed his eyelids and asked him, "When did you come back?"
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Let's go out after we eat?"
Zhang Qiling hid a smile in his eyes, and he hummed, "Okay."
He watched Sang Mo groping his way down from the stone bed, taking his feet and slowly walking over, then touching the stone table and then the stone bench. He then sat down on the stone bench and took something out of the table.
Bread, milk, soy milk, buns, boxed lunches...
Finally, he took out a box of tofu soup with side dishes, handed the chopsticks to Zhang Qiling, took a pair for himself, broke them apart, rubbed the two chopsticks together a few times, then opened the lunch box in front of him and started eating.
Zhang Qiling suddenly felt a little sad.
Sang Mo, who was temporarily blind, did not cry or even lose his temper. This is not a sign of strong adaptability, but rather that he has the ability to adapt to these physical changes that may occur at any time.
The sixth time, Sang Mo was deaf, dumb and blind. It was probably the adaptation habit left over from that time.
How could Zhang Qiling not feel sad?
After experiencing so much pain from punishment, even punishment like electric shock was just child's play. Sang Mo also admitted that only the experience of being disemboweled could make him scream in pain.
So, why doesn’t the system prompt when the favorability increases?
Isn’t he Sang Mo’s target?
What on earth is the system doing?
Zhang Qiling actually really wanted to know how favorable the system had determined Sang Mo's favorability.
Is it true that only when the favorability level reaches the requirement can the mission to capture Sang Mo be completed?
So how much is this requirement?
Zhang Qiling thought that as long as he did it, Sang Mo's mission would be completed and he would not have to suffer such punishment in the future.
But he obviously likes Sang Mo, so why hasn’t the mission been completed?
Zhang Qiling didn’t understand. He was a little confused and even a little hesitant.
He could only think that maybe it was liking but not love, and his liking had not yet reached the level of love, so he couldn't consider his strategy complete.
A shallow liking, a liking with concerns, because he will eventually lose his memory, so there are reservations?
That's right, since there are reservations, it's not a passionate love, it's not a love that lasts through life and death.
Zhang Qiling pursed his lips, unpacked the disposable chopsticks, and imitated Sang Mo to break them open and rub them a few times.
Sang Mo's ears moved, and he asked him, "By the way, who is that person you are talking about?"
"Do I know him? I mean before I lost my memory."
[I'm quite curious, could it be the Wu Xie that Tongzi mentioned? 】
[Although I don’t know who Wu Xie is. 】
Zhang Qiling was staring at the shredded potatoes and pork in the lunch box. He was a little confused when he heard these words. What does this have to do with Wu Xie?
Does he have a subconscious mind or a system telling him that he is invincible even though he has lost his memory?
Zhang Qiling answered the question irrelevantly: "I also have amnesia, and I don't know when I will lose my memory."
"I travel through the cemetery in search of memories, then lose them and forget them again, repeating this process over and over again, always on the road to searching for memories."
"So I don't know how long this love can last, or to what extent, I can only keep it in my heart."
"Maybe I will forget it after I lose my memory. It's not that I'm not special, or that I don't like it, I just will forget it."
Sang Mo stopped chewing, raised his head and looked at him with his dim eyes, "Aren't you tired like this?"
"I mean, I lost my memories again after trying to find them. Since we all know that the memories we find will be lost again, it's better not to look for them. We don't have to work so hard."
"I probably can't get all my memories back. I was just a half-understood person at the time."
[He is different, host. Zhang Jiaqi Ling has his own responsibilities and missions. Moreover, he has received training since childhood. Even if he does not rob tombs, he will not become an ordinary person. 】
[Yes, with all the skills, if you lose your memory you will definitely want to find your memory, and then you will embark on the road of searching for your memory and travel through the tomb. 】
[It is a habit engraved in our bones and cannot be changed.] 】
Zhang Qiling was silent.
This conversation seemed to reveal a sense of helplessness and some sighs.
Seeing that he remained silent, Sang Mo thought for a moment and then spoke again: "I am different from you. I may look for memories, but I won't make it my priority."
"I will be more casual, free and unrestrained in this process. If I meet someone I like, I will take action. As the saying goes, the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer."
[It's a pity that Xie Yuchen is most afraid of men.] 】
Zhang Qiling, “….”
He started to eat in silence, and said something from his heart. He really forgot about Sang Mo and now only remembered Jie Yuchen!
[Being often sent to bed by men by his family, Xie Yuchen is terrified at the mere mention of men liking him. 】
Xie Yuchen really hated and even despised the fact that there were men who liked him.
Because any man with a bit of good looks would look at him differently, and from time to time men would come to him on their own initiative. Of course Xie Yuchen hates it!
[Do you really think you can wear pink clothes casually? Ha, the pinker the clothes, the more ruthless the killers will be. 】
[I will buy something pink to wear tomorrow. I will definitely look like a fairy. 】
Noticing that the atmosphere seemed to be a little cold, and there was an overly obvious chill, Sang Mo suppressed his complaints and continued to eat.
He also called out to Zhang Qiling who was standing beside him, "Eat quickly, the food won't taste good if it gets cold."
Zhang Qiling ate quietly, feeling a little depressed, with a bad premonition slowly spreading.
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