Yu Lan danced and hugged Mowen's neck, looking very happy.

"Lanlan, do you remember the time when we were always together?" The voice trembled uncontrollably, and Mo Wen held Yu Lan's face and asked cautiously.

He was a little expectant, but also a little scared.

However, Yu Lan twisted her eyebrows suspiciously, holding Mo Wen's wrist with a puzzled expression.

"Huh?" She shook her head, her eyes fluttering twice.

"Don't you remember yet......"

Morvin hung his head, inevitably a little disappointed.

But then he breathed a sigh of relief.

If Lan Lan thinks about it, she will definitely remember not only the time they spent together, but also the memory of leaving him and Xu Jielin together.

And those memories should never be remembered by Yu Lan...... Now that he can be with Yu Lan like this, he is very content.

Keenly noticing that Mo Wen lowered his head and was not in the right mood, Yu Lan tilted his head strangely, stood on tiptoe and dropped a kiss on his forehead.

"Arwen." She looked at Mowen seriously, calling his name seriously, her eyes full of trust and dependence.

Don't be sad, you're my everything.

"That's right." Holding Yu Lan in his arms, Mo Wen buried his head in her neck and closed his eyes, "That's enough." ”

Quietly hugging Mo Wen's narrow but sturdy waist, Yu Lan moved the tip of his nose and vaguely saw a few white snowflakes.

She raised her head and looked at the snowflakes falling one after another, and the rare flickering of calm colors in her eyes was quiet, and there was no ripple in silence.

Her memory faintly remembers the scene of Mowen standing in front of her and giving herself a scarf, the scene of them having a snowball fight in the snow, the scene of them chasing, laughing, and then holding hands and lying on the snow together.

These...... are her most precious memories.

"Snow." She couldn't help but smile, the corners of her eyes sparkled, "Awen, it's snow." ”

Mo Wen's head moved, he looked up at the sudden snow in the sky, and couldn't help but smile.

"Well, it's snow."

Tightening Yu Lan's cloak, Mo Wen leaned down and held her face and asked, "Are you going back?" ”

"Don't." Yu Lan said willfully.

"Then we'll be playing for a while." Standing up and holding Yu Lan's hand, Mo Wen smiled softly, his smile at this time was three points softer than snow.

Yu Lan opened his hand and followed the snowfall in the sky, and a bright smile appeared on his always stiff face, which was also more dazzling than snow.

"After all this time, I can finally take your hand and walk in the snow again." Holding Yu Lan's hand tightly, the slender eyelashes on his slightly drooping eyelids fluttered, hiding indescribable joy and affection.

Raising his head and looking at Mo Wen's faintly flushed cheeks, Yu Lan naughtily threw himself into his arms, and before he could say anything, an arrogant voice suddenly came from a distance, which ruined the quiet and warm atmosphere between them.

"I said, this must have been done by the White Envoy Base."

Mo Wen raised his eyes with some displeasure and looked at the group of people outside the deep alley, and pulled Yu Lan to prepare to go back.

But Yu Lan seemed to be very curious about the people outside.

"Lanlan, there are too many people here, shall we go back?"

Coaxed Yu Lan extremely patiently, Mo Wen's warm hand gently wrapped around her waist, and it seemed that he didn't intend to give her a chance to refuse.

Fortunately, these people who didn't want to do it in the blue eyes were really not attractive, she nodded, and obediently leaned on Mowen's arms, and he picked herself up and walked back.

Poked her head out and looked at the tall woman standing outside, the fiery red firelight reflected the woman's delicate face, which made Yu Lan furrow fiercely, and felt that her back, which had long been gone, seemed to be aching faintly.

Her eyes suddenly turned cold, and her eyes inexplicably surged with murderous intent.

"Blue Blue?" Rubbing Yu Lan's head, Mo Wen put his eyes against her head, so that she could only focus on him, "What's wrong?" ”

"Whew-" called in a low voice, and Yu Lan "chirped" and dropped a kiss on the tip of Mowen's nose.

Nothing, she laughed.

Perhaps it was Yu Lan's killing intent that touched Yu Ruoshui's intuition, she turned around and stared at the dark alley beside her, and after dodging in without warning, she found that there was no one in sight.

"Miss, what's wrong?" One of her henchmen followed up and asked.

"It's fine." Yu Ruoshui frowned, turned around and walked back to the pile of corpses on the ground.

The bodies were either missing arms or legs, and none of them were intact. Stacked horizontally and vertically, it looks like a pile of broken parts, which is extremely infiltrating.

"I said, this must have been done by the people from the White Envoy Base." Squatting down and pointing to the spade pattern on the face of one of the dead corpses, Yu Ruoshui affirmed, "My dad once told me that as long as anyone with a little status in the White Envoy Base will carve these patterns of spades and spades somewhere on their bodies. ”

"But that doesn't mean they did it." Wen Xining, who had been standing in the middle of the crowd, wrinkled his Zhengtai face and whispered, "The murderer can carve this pattern on their faces after killing them." ”

"Hanyu, you shine the light of the fire on this corpse." Said lightly to his henchmen, and after he did so, Yu Ruoshui said arrogantly to Wen Xining, "You can take a good look at his wounds, obviously it has been a history for a while, and it can't be scratched in the past two days." ”

Looking at Yu Ruoshui's slightly disdainful appearance, Wen Xining didn't say anything, just squatted down and carefully examined the wounds of the two corpses on the ground, and did not find any problems before standing up.

These things were originally supposed to be done by Qin Feng......

Thinking that the madman was broken and couldn't move, Wen Xining couldn't wait to rush back immediately and strangle this madman to death.

"It's okay if you want to strangle me, but you must not hurt my angel...... Hmm, you have to protect even the man next to him, do you hear me! ”

Qin Feng's crazy words echoed in his mind again, making him can't help but roll his eyes secretly.

He remembered that he couldn't help but ask Qin Feng at that time if he didn't hurt the angel zombie he had never seen before, why couldn't he even hurt the man who made him like a dog.

Qin Feng's answer to him was even more ghostly:

"You idiot, I definitely can't raise my angel like I am now, of course I have to let that man watch it first for the time being!"

Who the hell is a fool?

Wen Xining felt that the most terrifying thing about this last day was not these grinning zombies, but these madmen around him.