Cannon Fodder Counterattack Investigation System

No matter what Mu Qijun said, Zhou Ziruo couldn't listen at all, and didn't respond at all. The air pressure in the room was getting lower and lower. He has to go back to the intersection to catch up with his homework, and he is still short of a thousand people.

Zhou Ziruo held his breath and sat in the room waiting for Lu Lixiao to come back. He didn't know what he should do when Lu Lixiao came back, but he was waiting for him.

After an unknown amount of time, a cold voice sounded outside the door: "Fourth Senior Brother?"

Zhou Ziruo immediately straightened his upper body, and sure enough he heard Lu Lixiao's deep voice, "Yes."

Heh, didn't you go boating on the lake with the heroine? Didn't you go chic? Back so soon? Dumped by a girl?

Zhou Ziruo put on a cold posture and waited for Lu Lixiao to open the door to come in, but there was no movement from the closed door, only the door of the next room opened and closed, Lu Lixiao seemed to have gone to Leng Mo's room.

...Is this that you don't even want to see each other?

The surname Lu, you are doing well! !

Zhou Ziruo grabbed the bed sheet under his hand, and continued to be silent for a long time, until he twisted the neat cloth into deep folds, and finally couldn't help but jumped off the bed and went straight to the next door. He kicked the door open with a "bang", and the two people in the room turned their heads to look at him, and after a glance, they turned back to what to do as if nothing had happened.

Leng Mo was kneeling upright by the desk to practice calligraphy, and Lu Lixiao was sitting by the window reading a book. Both of them looked calm, as if the third person in the room didn't exist.

Zhou Ziruo glared at Lu Lixiao several times before striding towards the desk.

"How about practicing calligraphy?"

Leng Mo looked up at him, felt the obvious provocative aura on him, couldn't help frowning, and put down his pen.

Zhou Ziruo took away the writing that Leng Mo was writing, and appraised it with a look of understanding, "Tsk tsk, it's really well written! It's really elegant, our Da Mu is still foolishly self-deprecating in the busy city under the sun. Woolen cloth!"

He suddenly mentioned Mu Qijun, which made Leng Mo's eyebrows frowned even deeper.

"I also learned brush calligraphy when I was young. What did our teacher say... By the way, I can write good characters only when I can calm down! I have never been able to calm down. The characters I write are like dogs chewing on them. Look at this character. Well, how peaceful is this heart? Never thought about our family Da Mu at all, right? His surname is really correct, the whole piece of corrugated wood soaked in water is so moldy and black! He took out his heart and was trampled on. I don't remember the two feet, and he still takes other people's games seriously!"

Zhou Ziruo's words became more and more mean, Leng Mo's face turned cold, "Stop talking."

"You can't tell others if you can do it? Don't you just rely on my Damu liking you and being obedient to you? Is it his fault that he likes you? If he likes you, he deserves to be tortured by you? Why? Qingyang Mountain is amazing? Chapter 1 How great is Yixianmen? Just because you are a famous and promising young man, you can trample on other people’s sincerity and treat people like monkeys at will? Are others inferior to you? Eat your rice and let you raise it Do you still rely on you to live? Do you people from famous families treat themselves like onions??"

Zhou Ziruo was clearly trying to defend Mu Qijun, but the more he talked about himself, the more wronged he became, completely forgetting that he himself is also a legitimate member of the famous sect who "treats himself as a green onion".

Leng Mo got up suddenly, picked up the Xuehua beside the desk, and went out quickly. Zhou Ziruo was not frightened by the cold breath on his body, and more than that, he shouted at his back: "Our big Mu It’s just a moment of impulsiveness when you have little experience and meet people who are not good. In the future, when he wakes up, you will be as invisible to him as the weeds at his feet! Even if you cry and beg him, he won’t turn back!”

After panting, the sound of Leng Mo's footsteps had completely disappeared. There were only two people left in the room, if Zhou Zi turned around, he saw Lu Lixiao was still sitting quietly by the window, his body leaning against the chair remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard his words just now, the outside sunlight poured in through the window, Outlined on his tough and sharp side face, his eyes facing the book are reflected in a trance and illusion, calm and hard to distinguish the slightest emotion.

Zhou Ziruo's heart was completely cold, and he turned around and rushed out the door.

It rained in response to the occasion, and it was a heavy rain just after it rained.

Pedestrians and vendors in the busy street at the intersection disappeared in an instant, and Mu Qijun stood alone on the empty street, still immersed in the stupefaction of witnessing the hustle and bustle of the crowd fleeing as if they had grown wings.

He stroked the wet hair on the top of his head, intending to find a place to shelter from the rain, but when he turned around, he saw someone standing behind him at some point, and almost sat down on the ground in shock.

"Mo!" Mu Qijun was both surprised and delighted.

Leng Mo didn't open an umbrella, and his whole body was already drenched. Mu Qijun hurriedly took off his coat and wanted to put it on for him, only to find that his coat was also soaked. "Hurry up and take shelter from the rain, don't get caught in the rain..." He stepped forward to hold Leng Mo's hand, Leng Mo avoided it, and looked straight at him with eyes reddened by the rain.

"Mo..." Mu Qijun suddenly felt a little at a loss, "Rainstorms usually don't last too long... There are still more than 600 people left. When the rain stops, I can finish 2,000 today..."

"No need." Leng Mo said.

"Ah?" Mu Qijun didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

Leng Mo said clearly: "I have absolutely no chance with you."

Mu Qijun seemed to be choked by something suddenly, he felt that he should have a lot to say at this time, but he couldn't speak in front of the person in front of him.

Rainwater slid down Leng Mo's cheeks and penetrated into his neckline, it was very cold. But his words were even colder.

"Originally, I just wanted you to quit. Since you didn't understand it, I'll make it clear to you here... Even if I don't believe what I said. The wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon are nothing to me. In this life, I am indifferent. I won't be with anyone! Don't waste your time on me, just give up."

After speaking, he was about to leave, but Mu Qijun grabbed his arm, "Mo..."

"Haven't you heard clearly!" Leng Mo suddenly became irritable and shook his hand away.

Mu Qijun looked at him suspiciously, Leng Mo had always been a person as cold as ice, but this him in front of him was like a raging fire, burning himself and tearing apart others.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Leng Mo suddenly raised Xuehua to point at him, and said word by word: "Don't come near me again."

The cold scabbard pressed against Mu Qijun's throat, as if it could penetrate his neck with a little force. Leng Mo looked at him for a while, retracted his sword and strode away, his back gradually disappearing behind the blinding rain curtain.

After a long time, Mu Qijun seemed to have regained his mind. He let out a long breath and squatted down on the spot. Big raindrops hit him, and he was like a bent branch, dejected.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I put an umbrella over my head. Mu Qijun raised his head full of hope, and sighed in disappointment when he saw Zhou Ziruo's face under the umbrella.

"Don't be desperate, isn't it just being dumped? What's the big deal? I haven't said a word since I was abandoned all the time! Let's go and investigate the case!" Zhou Ziruo picked up Mu Qijun and dragged him away. Go in the opposite direction.

Sure enough, the rainstorm soon stopped. The people sheltering from the rain returned to the street one after another, and Tongyang City became lively again.

During the daytime, Muliu Street is always deserted, but today is different. On the street not far from Yunlanxuan, the three floors inside and outside three floors are full of people, and the noisy discussion made a middle-aged man who is not tall come from Yunlanxuan's gate was provoked.

Zhang Fu is the steward of Yunlanxuan, and he is very helpful in helping Mama Yun take care of various affairs in the building on weekdays. Last night, Zhuohua died strangely. The girls and boys were all panicked. Zhang Fu managed to calm them down. Some timid maids and long-term workers in the building resigned early this morning. Just now he After paying the wages of the last person, he was about to go back to his room to catch up on sleep, when he was attracted by the movement outside.

Zhang Fu squeezed into the crowd and came to the front row, only to realize that his brother was selling himself to bury his father.

A corpse was covered with a white cloth on the ground, and the cause and effect were written crookedly in big ugly characters on the wooden board standing next to it. Two men dressed in sackcloth and mourning bowed their heads and knelt beside the corpse, and the shorter one was still sobbing.

As soon as a group of people left the building and it was short of manpower, Zhang Fu started thinking, and he stepped forward and said, "Two little brothers, raise your head and show me?"

The two brothers raised their faces obediently when they heard the words, Zhang Fu and the audience twitched, thinking in unison: These two brothers... really deserve to be brothers...

This sentence does not refer to the similarity of their facial features. In fact, no one can clearly see what the facial features of the two brothers look like. One of them had a huge birthmark that was so red that it turned black, and the other was full of pockmarks, and they were both ugly.

But fortunately, there are two men, and they don't need to run around in front of the guests often, so they won't spoil the nature of the guests or humiliate Yun Lanxuan's appearance.

The selling price of the two brothers was very low, even if Zhang Fudang bought him, the two brothers who had settled were so happy that they almost forgot about the deceased father who was lying on the ground.

Zhang Fu called two nursing homes from the building, and helped the taller of the two brothers deal with the burial of his father, and then took the younger one back to Yunlanxuan. A gentle male voice stopped him: "Uncle Zhang?"

"Ouch, Zijin? Everyone slept late last night, why didn't you sleep a little longer?" Zhang Fu greeted him enthusiastically, and Mr. Zijin's piano has attracted many big sponsors for Yunlanxuan.

Zijin saw the shrinking young man behind Zhang Fu, and asked, "Uncle Zhang, this is..."

"Oh, that's right." Zhang Fu recounted what happened just now.

After hearing this, Zijin said: "It's just right, I want a young man to take care of me, and help me run errands on weekdays, why don't you just give him to me."

Zhang Fu thought of the boy's face which was mostly covered with birthmarks, and shook his head again and again: "That's not okay! This kid's skin is not good, so I put it in your room and wait for guests to come. Are you happy to see it?"

Zijin's face turned slightly cold, and his tone became even tougher: "Uncle Zhang probably forgot that the guests came to Zijin's room to listen to the music, not to see the beauties." Get off, this kid will follow me. I will pay his salary, and there is no need to pay it from Yun Lanxuan's account, just now I will send you the money for selling himself later."

Zhang Fu secretly scolded himself for impulsively breaking Zijin's big taboo, he didn't dare to say anything to displease the arrogant master, so he could only watch him drag the boy he just bought upstairs.