Chapter 67 Gossip

It was already dark after coming out of Zilanxuan, and the moon was shining.

Although Zi Nu did not give Luo Yan a chance to have sex for free, it would be no problem to have a sumptuous dinner based on the people she knew.

After eating and drinking, Luo Yan walked out of Zilanxuan leisurely and happened to see the ink crow sitting on the carriage under the night, drinking the northwest wind.

The other party's cold eyes were closed at this moment, looking like a statue.

But according to Luo Yan's experience, Mo Ya must be hungry and cold now. Even if it is supported by internal breathing, there is still hunger and coldness. These can only be supported and suppressed by willpower.

Mo Ya, are you hungry?

Luo Yan walked over and gently knocked on the carriage. After Mo Ya opened it, he swayed the pastries in his hand and said with a smile.

Need not.

Mo Ya opened her eyes, looked at Luo Yan, who had ended happily in Zilanxuan, and said softly.

This is his last stubbornness.

Don’t pretend, you’ll be hungry if you’re hungry. Could I still poison you? Take it, I will drive you too.

Luo Yan chuckled, threw the pastry in his hand, and at the same time he jumped up, squeezed Mo Ya aside, then picked up the reins and began to drive the carriage to move.

Although he only had the experience of driving a donkey cart, the cart was obviously similar. Anyway, he was shaking slowly, so he was not in a hurry.

Mo Ya hesitated for a moment and let Luo Yan drive the carriage. He could feel that Luo Yan was not a joke. The other party was different from ordinary dignitaries. At least he gave Mo Ya the feeling that way. Even though the other party's status was now raised by the general, he was still quite polite to Mo Ya.

This kind of politeness has not changed at all due to the change of identity and status.

What kind of person is this guy!?

Mo Ya was also curious when she thought of Luo Yan and Ji Wuye’s conversation.

I'm just watching what I'm making. This is a unique pastry in Zilanxuan. It tastes quite good. Try it.

Luo Yan looked at Mo Ya in a daze at him, raised his chin and reminded him.

Thank you sir.

Mo Ya nodded slightly and said softly.

As for whether there is poison in the pastry, Mo Ya naturally has a way to taste it. As a professional killer, he still has this ability.

As the saying goes, people have short hands and soft mouths.

After tasting it, Mo Ya knew that the pastry was not poisonous and even the temperature was very hot. It should have been packaged specially. She couldn't help but look at Luo Yan and reminded softly: It's better to have less contact with Zi Lanxuan. The real owner of Zi Lanxuan is not ordinary.

As for more, Mo Ya will not remind him because of his identity.

And he will report tonight's events, such as Luo Yan and Zi Nu, what happened to him.

Isn’t it the descendant of Guigu? I have seen it. When I first went to Zilanxuan, I was heading for the descendant of Guigu. I will explain this to the general. You don’t have to care about these things, and I won’t make it difficult for you to do.

Luo Yan chuckled at Mo Ya when he heard this.

As an adult, Luo Yan habitually does not cause trouble to others, which is the premise for both parties to get along with each other.

When you make others feel disgusted or even troubled, you will be a failure.

Mr. actually knows it!

Mo Ya was slightly stunned, then his evil and unruly eyes looked at Luo Yan incredibly, obviously surprised by Luo Yan's answer.

The layout of Zilan Xuan contains a lateral and horizontal meaning. You can't see this, but it doesn't mean I can't see it. I am a miscellaneous scholar, all schools of thought, all walks of life, and any academic field.

Luo Yan said proudly.

He has experienced nine years of modern compulsory education, and this must be thanked to his motherland.

Miscellaneous scholar~

Mo Ya was slightly stunned. Obviously, she didn't expect Luo Yan to have this identity. The general probably didn't know about this news.

After all, Ji Wuye only wants to make money.

I waited for me for a while. Neizi liked to eat wontons, so I went to buy a bowl to pack and take it back.

Luo Yan stopped in front of a stall, chuckled at the Mo Ya, and then jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the stall.

The owner of the stall was already very familiar with Luo Yan and became busy for a while.

Luo Yan stood aside and casually pulled the family matters with the stall owner.

This scene made Mo Ya a little confused.

He was getting less and less able to understand Luo Yan.

A man who remembers bringing his wife a midnight snack actually stayed in places like Zilanxuan all day long, and even knew about Zilanxuan's boss's wife.

Simple lust, but ulterior motives!?

Mo Ya couldn't figure it out, but he didn't think about it anymore. He was just a killer. There was no need to think about so many things. Just remember what he saw and heard and reported it to Ji Wuye, and there was no need to talk about his own feelings.

Ji Wuye will judge everything himself.

Too many things as a killer will only cause trouble for yourself.

You're welcome, accept it.

Luo Yan gave the shop owner more money and took a bowl every day. He felt embarrassed, and then took the packaging box and got on the carriage again.

At this moment, Mo Ya was eating pastries silently.

The last time I followed you was the boy in white. That boy looked good and had the style of my youth. What was his name?

Luo Yan asked the carriage to run again and continued to chat with Mo Ya.

Bai Feng.

Mo Ya looked at Luo Yan speechlessly and said slowly.

Luo Yan doesn't look big, but his temperament looks a little mature, but he is definitely not over twenty years old, and he speaks so old, and he is still when I was young.

It's outrageous.

That kid looks too clean. Such a person is not suitable for living in this world. If you are not trained properly, I tell you that if you want to be good at it, you must not miss any food, drink, gambling, cheating, and cheating. You can not do it, but you must understand. You have to teach the person named Bai Feng well. He should be your younger brother.

Luo Yan said casually.

Well... This is how the gentleman was trained!?

Mo Ya looked at Luo Yan and said with a strange look.

You don’t understand the market conditions in my hometown. In my hometown, if you have no martial arts skills, you will probably be deceived into selling your butt.

Luo Yan looked reminiscent and thought of modern life, and couldn't help but say.

Selling ass?!

Not so.

Is it a good male style in my hometown?

Mo Ya tentatively said.

Everything is good in my hometown, with all kinds of styles. Forget it, I can't explain it clearly in a few words. I guess I can't go back in this life.

Luo Yan sighed softly.

Why?

Mo Ya asked in confusion.

Luo Yan shook his head and did not explain. Mo Ya would not understand this matter even if he told Mo Ya. This is a secret belonging to him. In fact, he didn't mind saying it out, because others would not believe it, and it would be useless to understand it if it was believed.

I won’t talk about this anymore. When I arrive at my house later, you can be outside the house. My personality is not very good. I am afraid that she will scold the streets, and the impact will not be very good at night.

Luo Yan suddenly thought of something and said to Mo Ya with a serious expression.

Don't worry, sir, I know the right way.

Mo Ya said softly when he heard this.

If you don't know the right way, I can't help it~

Luo Yan muttered in his heart.