"You made me... Looking for that Confucian student? ”

Zong Ren frowned deeply, but he didn't refute Yu Mo, just nodded lightly after being silent for a few seconds: "Do you have any requirements?" ”

For Zongren, when he makes a decision about something, he doesn't have to worry about anything else.

If you look ahead, you will push yourself into the grave completely.

Seeing Zong Ren cooperate with him so much, the smile on Yu Mo's face became more and more intense: "You just say, you... That's the answer I gave him. ”

"Well, that's all there is to say."

Yu Mo thought about it, and after making sure that there was nothing missing, he nodded.

"Hmm."

Zong Ren responded lightly, turned around and left, without any hesitation, and soon disappeared from everyone's field of vision on crutches.

Yu Mo sat leisurely in his wheelchair, breathing in the air of the woods full of the smell of decay: "Sometimes, only people of the same kind know each other best. ”

"Zongren... I guess I'll be able to answer that question. ”

"Tut, look at me, keep your word."

"Say give him the answer in seven days, and I'll send him the answer in six days."

Yu Mo was obviously satisfied with his actions.

When a person who has never done anything good suddenly does what he thinks is a good deed, he may be particularly complacent.

It's just that the only regret is that in this damn sin city, there is not even a single praise around him, which makes all his wonderful plans seem so mediocre!

If Sun Yingying was here, he would have asked...

"Why do you think Zongren will answer?"

"In other words, as early as six days ago, you guessed that Zongren would come, and the layout?"

"Alas... Thou wisdom, thou wicked..."

Look, it's just a few simple questions and a compliment, you can sublimate your wisdom, and the pattern will rise up.

But these two...

Yu Mo held the last trace of expectation, turned his head to look at the two people beside him, and silently withdrew his gaze.

"Why do you think that Zongren can answer Confucianism's question?"

Yu Mo suddenly spoke, his voice full of confusion.

And his voice is much older, listening to the voice, it is like Sun Yingying suddenly came to Sin City.

For about two seconds, Yu Mo suddenly smiled freely: "I'm not sure, but the chance of him answering correctly is greater than mine." ”

"Moreover, even if the answer is wrong, this human life can be regarded as a gift from me to Confucianism."

"When the time comes, if you look for other opportunities, you won't lose."

Yu Mo's tone became wise again.

Ask yourself!

For the rest of his life, time silently set his eyes on Yu Mo, and silently moved away.

Still not curious, not asking questions, not asking...

Only Yu Mo was alone in a wheelchair, like a fool.

……

As the minutes passed, the sky gradually became a little darker, but Zong Ren never came out of the woods.

"He can't hang up, right?"

"Tsk, I'm looking forward to it."

"Look at the red dot, it's still moving."

Yu Mo looked at the sky, turned his head to look at time and asked.

Time silently took out the electronic screen and glanced at it, and shook his head: "Didn't move." ”

"That's a bit of a problem."

"Wait another half an hour, if there is no movement..."

"It's a little hard to get into the ground, but let's carve a tombstone."

"Just leave a thought for this ruthless man."

Yu Mo shook his head with some regret.

But just as his voice fell, Time suddenly spoke again: "It's moving..."

"Huh?"

“...”

"It's a waste of affection again."

"Sure enough, I just said that our Zongren classmate is a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, how can he die so easily."

"Everything was as I expected."

"Oh, by the way, for the rest of my life, I think Zongren has a bit of the aura attribute of the protagonist of those male protagonists in the novel, and his life is very hard."

"If he doesn't die after completing the plan for me, when you kill him, be ruthless and decisive."

"Just make a big move, don't give him a chance to turn the tables."

Yu Mo decisively changed to an expression of being a bamboo in his chest, and in the end, he didn't even forget to tell the rest of his life.

"When the time comes, you shoot first, and then throw grenades."

"Time picks up the shovel."

"Be sure to kill with one hit."

"It was not easy for him to dodge bullets at that time."

"There can be no accidents."

As he spoke, Yu Mo's eyes fell on the woods again, waiting quietly.

Although he didn't speak, he was just as thoughtful.

Obviously, he listened to Yu Mo's suggestion and decided to adopt it.

About ten minutes later.

Footsteps could be heard in the woods again, but at a slower pace than before.

In Yu Mo's expectant gaze, Zong Ren appeared in his field of vision.

It's just that Zong Ren looks extremely miserable at this time.

The strips of cloth around his legs were gone, and the wounds that had just healed were torn.

Blood continued to flow down the wound.

Both of his legs had turned almost completely bright red.

But he gritted his teeth and carried his stick, supporting himself and trying to walk out of the woods.

It wasn't until he completely walked out of the woods that Zongren sat down on the ground.

“...”

"If it weren't really inconvenient, I'd like to lend you a wheelchair."

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren with an exclamation on his face.

Zong Ren reluctantly raised his head and glanced at Yu Mo weakly: "He said, he is very satisfied, what do you want, you can... You can pick it up yourself..."

After saying that, Zongren just leaned against a tree, panting heavily, accompanied by a violent cough from time to time.

"Oh..."

"You're not going to trick me into going in and letting Confucius kill me, are you?"

"Then you're too dishonest."

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren with a scrutinizing gaze, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and spoke softly.

Zongren just smiled weakly and coughed twice, and his face looked even paler in the moonlight.

He didn't explain, and Jongin didn't ask the question again.

It's like an unintentional joke.

"How did you answer the question of Confucius?"

Yu Mo changed the topic and asked with some curiosity.