Chapter 186 Being His Friend
Considering Wu Xie's various behaviors in front of Sang Mo, it's no wonder that Sang Mo would complain like this in his heart.
Wu Xie was at a loss for words. He didn't dare act too familiar with Sang Mo, for fear that his second uncle and third uncle would point the knife at Sang Mo again.
Although he also knew that this method didn't seem to work, because Sang Mo seemed to have revealed his claws.
But he hasn't thought of a solution yet, so he can only do this for now.
After meeting his brothers in this devil city, Wu Xie's mood quickly recovered. He pulled Fatty Wang and Pan Zi aside and asked them all sorts of questions, determined to find out why these two people appeared here.
Sang Mo took a look and stopped paying attention, although he could clearly hear their conversation with his hearing.
Aning asked Zhang Qiling, "What was the situation at the camp when you left? Where are Wu Laosi and the others?"
Zhang Qiling didn't say anything, he simply didn't want to talk.
Aning curled the corner of her mouth. Although she knew that Bei Ya was not someone who would answer her questions, she could only ask Bei Ya.
It was Hei Xia Zi who followed them into the Devil City. Besides, she didn't hire Jie Yuchen. After all, she still had to pay Bei Ya's wages.
[As for Wu Laosi and the others, there was no information about their situation in the plot prompts. 】
Sang Mo took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and lit it, staring at the fire in a daze.
[Hey, this atmosphere suddenly makes me feel a bit like Bai Gui. At least there is someone I can chat with. 】
[I'm not familiar with any of them, and I don't have much to talk about with Aning. I think I should make more friends. 】
[It’s ok to have bad friends, if you want to find someone to talk to... bad friends can provide emotional value. 】
[But I have amnesia. After making a friend, I lost my memory. So it was all in vain that I made friends with him. 】
[Shit, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.] 】
[Damn, you can’t get angry. Anger will give you wrinkles, and wrinkles will make you look ugly. 】
Sang Mo touched his cheek with his hand, and his fingertips gently pushed the corners of his eyes, which looked like he was massaging.
He soon calmed down, stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, and prepared to find a flat place to lie down.
Looking at his back, the five people who could hear his inner voice cast a subtle glance towards the people nearby.
Hei Xia Zi looked at Zhang Qiling.
Xie Yuchen looked at Hei Xia Zi.
Zhang Qiling looked at Li Yuchen.
Wu Xie also looked at Li Yuchen, and Fatty Wang looked at Zhang Qiling.
The intricate interweaving of visions caused the five people's gazes to finally converge and connect for a second, then quickly separate.
Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling, who knew the most about the inside story, felt a little sad, while Xie Yuchen, who was smart and wise, could think of a lot of things through his own speculation, and he also felt a little sad and complicated.
Wu Xie and Fatty Wang know the least, but this does not stop Wu Xie from having wild thoughts. His advantage is probably his wild imagination, and he can think of everything he should and shouldn't think of.
Only Fatty Wang felt that these four people seemed to have some serious illness again. He was chasing after Sang Mo, who was losing his memory at any time, and he saw such situations from time to time, and he was immune to it.
But, forget it, there are some things he doesn't want to say. After all, the people who should listen don't want to hear it, and he has said it before.
It's because his good brother is troubled by love, so as his brother, he reluctantly plays the role of a love guru and helps him comfort himself.
Fatty Wang reached out and patted Wu Xie on the shoulder, "Tian Zhen, do you want to go? I know you are afraid of the dark, Fatty will go with you."
Wu Xie, “?”
He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue when he saw the seriousness in the fat man's eyes. He stood up and said, "Then let's go."
After they left, Aning could only turn his attention to Xie Yuchen. "Mr. Xie, what was the situation at the camp when you left?"
It was the same thing again. If she couldn't get an answer from Zhang Qiling, then she could only ask Jie Yuchen.
Xie Yuchen's mouth twitched slightly. He could understand Aning's anxiety to some extent, so he said, "Everything is normal."
"Wu Laosi and the others are still in the camp. If you don't assign them other tasks, you can find them when you go back."
Aning breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."
After getting the answer, Aning sat down in front of the fire again. She poked the fire with a branch to make it burn more vigorously.
From time to time, her eyes swept across the three people sitting in different places, each doing their own thing. After thinking for a while, she said, "I just realized that Sang Mo is very well behaved when he sleeps."
"I know so many men who either have smelly feet, bad breath, or body odor, or have excessive body hair."
"Sang Mo doesn't have any of that. His skin pores are so delicate that even a woman like me is a little envious when I see them."
"......"
"......"
"......"
There is a phrase called "killing someone and destroying their heart".
Although Aning did not do such a thing, her words were undoubtedly like stabbing a knife into the hearts of the three people, and every word hit the sensitive pain points.
They all saw that Sang Mo and Aning lived in the same tent. To be honest, Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi knew Sang Mo's sleeping position.
After all, he had seen it before, and Zhang Qiling had seen it more than once.
To be exact, when I first met Sang Mo, he was sleeping in the bloody corpse coffin, and I could still hear a slight snoring sound from him.
But that time when the three of them shared a bed, there was no snoring, only talking in sleep.
If Sang Mo is really sleeping soundly, he should not snore, but only talk in his sleep. He will also subconsciously move closer to the heat source to absorb the heat and the sense of security.
Sang Mo must be someone who likes to sleep while hugging something.
Sang Mo did not have the conditions that Aning described. Even though he had walked a long way, his feet did not smell.
At this moment, the word "cleansing" inexplicably corresponds to Sang Mo.
Sang Mo is a person who makes people feel sorry for him.
Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes and could feel his heart aching again. It was a strange pain, although Zhang Qiling was already familiar with this kind of pain.
He has felt this kind of pain since he met Sang Mo. Today, he is not only familiar with it, but also accustomed to it.
Hei Xiazi lit a cigarette for himself. He curled his stiff lips and looked at Aning with that familiar arc of laughter on his lips. "It seems that the leader knows that Sang Mo likes the same sex."
"Don't talk about this kind of topic behind Sang Mo's back in the future. Even though you are praising him, he will be unhappy if he knows that we are talking about him behind his back."
"He probably thinks of you as a friend. I don't think you need a blind man to teach you how to be a friend."
Aning chuckled and glanced at the three people with a half-smile, "You are so talkative, why are you so silent in front of him?"
"Master Hei, I really don't need you to teach me how to be his friend. The relationship between him and I is stronger than you think."
These words sounded like bragging, but also like provocation. In any case, they made the three people's eyes darken, and their expressions changed to some extent.
But Aning no longer paid attention to the three people. She continued to flip the steamed buns. The buns were hot when they were taken out, but Sang Mo wanted to eat the burnt buns.
When they settled here, Sang Mo distributed food to them. They all ate hot steamed buns, but Sang Mo wanted to eat toasted buns. He just drank a cup of soy milk and waited for the buns to be baked.
After a while, Wu Xie and Fatty Wang came back.
Aning also baked the steamed buns until the skin turned yellow and gave off a fragrant aroma. She got up and took the steamed buns to find Sang Mo.
Wu Xie and Fatty Wang, who had just returned, looked at each other in confusion. The latter asked, "What's going on?"
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