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Wolf's Crest Chapter 101 Honkai Impact (5)

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    Ye Zi is a person who is concise and powerful no matter what he does, even Namjoon's funeral is the same.

    The whole process of the funeral was very concise, with neither lengthy steps nor false condolences.

    And for Ye Zi, who is not superstitious, there is only one thing he has to do, and that is to let Namjoon be laid to rest as soon as possible.

    Namjoon finally left, disappearing into the barren soil as if he had never been to this world.

    Looking at the new loess and the leaves standing still in front of the loess, who can interpret his loneliness and sadness at this moment.

    The word "police" is undoubtedly the best definition of the word "obtrusive" in the eyes of most people most of the time. At this moment, a police car with the siren on did not hesitate to disrupt this heavy grief.

    With a pair of surprised and angry eyes, two middle-aged men in police uniforms ignored the rain-like gaze and strode towards Ye Zi.

    "leaf?"

    Ye Zi turned around slowly and looked at the two policemen who suddenly appeared expressionlessly. After being silent for a while, he said, "I'll go with you."

    Ye Zi¡¯s speech, which was like that of an active criminal when he was captured, immediately attracted a group of surprised eyes. Not only the friends who came with him were surprised, but even the two policemen in front of him were equally puzzled.

    Ye Zizi faced everyone and said expressionlessly: "You all should go back."

    Naturally, everyone here knew about Ye Zi¡¯s character, so even though they were a little dissatisfied and confused, they still left one after another.

    At this point, Ye Zi looked at the two surprised policemen in front of him again, and said coldly: "The most annoying thing in his life is the police."

    The two policemen were confused at first about who Ye Zi was talking about, but as the mountain-like figure of Ye Zi left in front of their eyes, they saw the newly formed loess and the man standing on it.  Tombstone¡ªNamjoon¡¯s grave.

    "I'll be back soon."

    "Okay." Mo Jian looked at Nan Jiajia, who was still silent, and then looked at Ye Zi, "Don't take too long."

    Ye Zi patted Mo Jian's shoulder gently, then led the two policemen behind him and strode towards the police car parked on the roadside.

    The police car disappeared in a burst of gray dust, and the only people left present were Nan Jiajia, Mo Jian and Li Tianying.

    Silence is a poison that can hollow out a person's brain, and all he can experience is the endless powerlessness and suffocation.

    In the end, Li Tianying and others also left, perhaps because they understood that they were no longer needed here.

    In the vast wilderness, for a while, only the cold wind whistling by from time to time and Nan Jiajia and Mo Jian, who stood as still as statues, were left.

    Mo Jian seemed to want to say something, but when Mo Jian's gaze touched her empty eyes, he couldn't help but tighten the corners of his slightly parted lips.

    He should have said something, but he didn't know what to say, let alone how to convey his concern to her.

    She should have had a lot to say and a lot to ask, but she said nothing or asked.

    From the moment she came into Mo Jian's sight, she seemed to have become a hollowed out body, losing all the emotions she should have.

    She should have been crying, she should have been wailing helplessly, but instead of crying, she didn't even show a trace of her expression. Doesn't she feel pain if she doesn't cry?

    Of course not, the most painful thing in this world is just the pain that cannot be vented that makes the heart freeze and the mind stagnate.

    What will happen to her if this continues?  Maybe she will be broken like Namjoon said.

    People are not machines, but they are more sophisticated than any machine. If a machine breaks down, it can be repaired, but if a person breaks it, how can he fix it?

    Time passed in the silent silence, and it was dusk in the blink of an eye, but Nan Jiajia still stood motionless and tireless like a statue.

    Until the leaves dragged the long and narrow shadow to their side.

    "Go back, it's getting dark, and it's time for him to rest."

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    Night, the deep and silent night reveals a dead silence like the death of all things.

    Namjoon¡¯s mansion, Namjoon¡¯s room, Nanjiajia sat quietly by the bed in the darkness. She was originally a girl who was afraid of the dark, but at this moment she was as quiet as if she was swallowed by the restless darkness.

    The ink slip leaned against the wall, motionless as if swallowed by the silent darkness.

    ? ??Why don't you leave yet.  "

    At the same time as the hollow voice sounded, Mo Jian also stared blankly at the beautiful figure swallowed by the darkness.

    "I'm waiting."

    "What are you waiting for?" Just as Mo Jian spat out these words, Nan Jiajia's unusually hollow voice sounded again.

    "Wait until you cry."

    "Why should I cry?" Nan Jiajia's voice was still unusually hollow, but it became trembling for some reason.

    "Because he is dead." Mo Jian stood up and walked slowly towards Nan Jiajia in the darkness.

    "he died¡­¡­"

    "Yes." In just two sentences, Mo Jian came to Nan Jiajia's eyes, and when he caught the trembling figure in the darkness, he couldn't help but feel a strong pain in his eyes.  , "He is dead, I will never see him again, I will never see his smile again, I will never hear his voice again, I will never have the chance to tell him those who want to tell him but don't know how.  How to speak"

    "You're talking nonsense!" As the hysterical roar rang in Mo Jian's ears, Nan Jiajia also threw herself on Mo Jian, hitting Mo Jian's chest randomly.

    Unbearable pain like a flood bursting through a bank exploded in Mo Jian's heart. However, his pain did not come from the fists that rained down on his chest, but from the cruel realities and unforgivable things that he had to face.  Don't impose this cruel reality on her cruelty.

    "You're talking nonsense You're talking nonsense" Her fists became weaker and weaker, and her body became trembling more violently. In the end, she could no longer contain the tears struggling in her eyes, and threw herself on Mo Jian.  He burst into tears in his arms.

    "Why¡­¡­"

    When intermittent sounds came from her arms, Mo Jian's throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't breathe.

    He didn¡¯t know how to answer, let alone how to comfort him. Even though he was no longer as mature as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, he still had the same desperate problem in his heart.

    So he could only stand quietly like a piece of wood, like a piece of wood without thinking or breathing, and let her cry helplessly on his shoulder.

    After a long time, whether it was because she had dried up her tears or because she had not finished all the tears all day long, she finally gradually stopped sobbing.

    "I should go." Mo Jian spat out these words with some difficulty. In his opinion, he had no reason to stay here, let alone the courage to face her again.

    However, just as he was about to pull away, she tightly held the corner of his clothes.
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