"Oh my god," Jie Ye patted his chest, "Are you a ghost?"
“…”
This guy is so noisy, he's a far cry from Little White Cabbage. Little White Cabbage is so well behaved.
【I miss Xiaobaicai every day.】
Jie Ye's face was so dark that he almost blended into the surrounding night.
"snort!"
He snorted coldly, opened the car door and walked out.
Everyone in the car was woken up by him.
Chu Mu looked at Jie Ye, who was charging forward like a wild bull, with confusion: [Why are you suddenly so angry?]
"We've arrived, everyone get off the bus." Lin Zhao picked up her luggage and jumped out of the bus to chase Jie Ye.
Chu Mu scratched Sanhua's fat chin: [This Bai Yueguang is really hard to dislike. ]
"Meow~~" (Lin Zhao was miserable. In the original plot, she had already contracted a terminal illness and was about to die. This time, she went to the tomb to save Jie Ye, but was scratched by the Zongzi's claw. The corpse poison entered her body, and soon her whole body was festering and she died tragically.)
【What????】
Chu Mu's voice would also rise and fall with the ups and downs of his emotions.
If this sound were at a normal volume, it would be equivalent to a scream.
Jie in front also stopped at the same time as Lin Zhao.
[Are there really zongzi? Are you kidding?]
Jie Ye snorted coldly, thinking: Are you scared? If you are, get out of here!
Lin Zhao tightened her coat and turned around to say, "Xiao Chu, it's cold at night. You're wearing too little."
She pushed Jieye and said, "Take off your coat."
"Why?" Jie was dissatisfied. "He chose to dress like this, so he should bear the consequences himself!"
Although he complained, his actions were clear.
"then!"
A windbreaker jacket smelling of tobacco was draped over his head and face.
Chu Mu pulled away the cover in front of his eyes and handed the clothes back.
"What?" Jie Ye frowned tightly, "You dislike my clothes?"
[…Sure enough, there’s something wrong with your brain.]
Chu Mu shook his head and hugged the calico cat to his chest: "At least I have a thin knitted coat, and I have Lao Ba to keep me warm. I only have a short-sleeved shirt. Do you really think that fool won't catch a cold?"
Jie Ye's heart moved slightly, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed: "Just wear it when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense!"
Chu Mu was speechless.
[No! What if I get infected with the "bad writer syndrome" from him if I wear his clothes?]
The tenderness that had just emerged in Jie Ye's heart suddenly became hard.
"If you don't wear it, you'll lose it!"
After saying that, he turned around and left angrily.
Lin Zhao suppressed a laugh and said, "Xiao Chu, Master Jie has been like this since he was a child. Please don't mind it."
A smile appeared in Chu Mu's eyes, and he shook his head to indicate that he didn't take it to heart.
Should I remind Lin Zhao that there is danger in the fight?
Lin Zhao, who was about to leave, froze and slowed down her movements imperceptibly.
"Forget it. It's not convenient for me to do this right now. I can't just say that I have a hunch that a zongzi will jump out and scratch her, right?"
[I don't know how powerful the Zongzi in the bucket is. Is the butcher strong enough to deal with it? ]
Lin Zhao: What is a butcher? How did the zongzi scratch my claws? How did the little mute know that?
She had several questions in her mind, but she couldn't ask them at this moment.
[Let's take it one step at a time.]
They both made the decision at the same time.
…
It was already getting light.
Chu Mu held his cat and stood aside, watching the people in the convoy unload their things and move into the house in an orderly manner.
They stayed at a farmhouse where they were staying. The owner was a single old man.
He had been sitting on a small stool smoking a pipe, occasionally glancing at Chu Mu, who seemed out of place.
"Turma," said Old Lady Xie, walking over with her cane. "I've called all the elites in the circle here this time. Don't cause any trouble on your side."
The old man blew out a smoke ring and pointed his long pipe towards Chu Mu: "What's going on?"
Chu Mu's temperament is like that of a good student, and he has a natural barrier with this group of tomb robbers.
"He," Old Lady Xie sneered with disdain, "a useless spare tire."
"Hmm?" The old man tapped his pipe. "I don't think your eldest grandchildren feel the same way."
He didn't mean the solution.
But the man with sunglasses and Mohawk.
The two men surrounded Chu Mu and blocked him from the front and back.
"Sister-in-law," the man in sunglasses put his hand on Chu Mu's shoulder, "You are wearing too little. Will you be cold?"
Chu Mu was wearing a loose pullover sweater with a slightly large neckline, revealing her beautiful collarbone and fair skin.
Mohawk stared at the small piece of skin and swallowed.
The man in sunglasses couldn't help but move his fingers onto the delicate skin.
Bang!
"Ouch!"
The man in sunglasses covered his wrist that was hit by a pebble and wailed in pain.
"Who?! Which bastard!"
Mohawk turned around angrily and met Jie's eyes a few steps away.
Mohawk shuddered.
Xie didn't say anything either. His 190cm height and powerful arm muscles brought a heavy oppression.
Especially those eyes, which were like a deep sea with surging waves.
"Are you too free?"
Jie Ye rushed up to the group in just a few steps.
"No, no," the man with the mohawk dodged and pulled the man with sunglasses aside, "We'll go help right away."
"Let me go—Jie Ye, you sickly ghost—"
The man in sunglasses refused to accept the defeat and struggled to rush towards Jie Ye, but he was no match for the man in Mohawk and was dragged away.
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