Chapter Seventy-Seven: Identity Is a Burden
Soon, Yi Momo noticed Mo Yao's mood change. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info she couldn't help but think that when she was on Earth, those celebrities were not easy for ordinary people to see, and this should be the case here. Thinking like this, she didn't ask any questions.
There were cheers all around, as if to welcome the Meizu people.
Yi Momo showed a pair of eyes from Mo Yao's arms and carefully observed the crowd.
Sure enough, after a while, a group of aliens dressed in black appeared around the campfire in the center.
The leader is a man who seems to be eighteen or nineteen years old, only he is wearing gray-brown clothes, he has black and bright hair, and there is a poke of bangs on his forehead, full of sunny boyish atmosphere. Underneath the sword eyebrows are a pair of peach blossom eyes and a tall nose bridge. The whole person is not angry and arrogant, his eyes are sharp, and his temperament is noble and inviolable.
As if sensing that someone was watching him, his eyes swept in the direction of Yi Momo. The thin lips are hooked, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.
Yi Momo was stunned for a moment, and after two seconds, she urgently retracted her gaze, and calmly thought: No, no, definitely not.
The green-blooded monster gave her the impression of being a slightly older, arrogant image, and although I didn't pay attention to his appearance at the time, the person in front of me would never be that person.
"Mo Yao, do you need to go over?"
"I'll show you when Junfan comes back, and I'll take you home when it's over. Mo Yao scratched her nose with a smile and said in a coaxing tone.
Imo didn't look at those people anymore, they weren't the ones anyway. Now, she is only waiting for the moment to go home, in this open-air grassland, it is really cold, she really wants to get into her warm bed!
Jun Fan seemed to be stumped, and after a while he came back with a displeased expression, and the anger in his eyes could be felt without looking.
Seeing him like this, Mo Yao asked, "How?"
"You don't have to go, just take Xiaomo back. Remember to light a fire on the ground and don't let the foam get frozen. After Jun Fan finished speaking, the person disappeared again.
Mo Yao couldn't say what he felt in his heart, he was ignored again. But he didn't care about that, because he was used to being ignored, and he didn't need to prove himself in front of foreigners. What's more, Momo's affairs are much more important than those miscellaneous things.
"In that case, let us go back. ”
Yi Momo nodded in his arms, she had long wanted to go back.
Due to the large number of people, most people are close to the heart of the campfire and want to see these aliens up close. The speed at which they went out was very slow, and Mo Yao was holding her almost at a turtle speed.
After a while, there were fewer people, and some of the uncurious people were still playing in place, and most of the campfires were grilled with iron nets. Every woman enjoys leaning on the man's arms and enjoying the carnival of the campfire at night.
"Am I making it difficult for you and Jun Fan to do it?, or we won't go back, anyway, I'm also the goddess of the patriarch and the spiritual doctor, won't it have a bad impact if I leave like this?" Yi Momo found that this identity seemed to be a burden.
"It doesn't matter, the pregnant women of the tribe didn't come, and besides, women should do as they please, without restraint. Mo Yao was very happy that she could think about them, and walked forward with her in her arms as she spoke, and finally began to dodge in a place where there were few people.
After listening to Mo Yao's words, Yi Momo was not hypocritical, and agreed to lean on him and began to close his eyes and recuperate.
After a while, Mo Yao felt the sound of even breathing coming from his arms. He didn't dare to flash too fast, for fear that she would get cold again, so he moved forward at half a slower speed than usual.