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Volume 4 The Coat of Arms of the Wolf Chapter 109 That Winter (3)

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    Driving is a relaxing and comfortable thing, just because it only exists to make people relax. However, driving may not always be a very comfortable thing. At least riding a motorcycle in such a cold season, just thinking about it will  It makes people feel cold all over.

    But it seemed that Mo Jian was not the only one who took the wrong medicine, there was also Ye Zi sitting behind him as calmly as a hill.

    The car, the black locomotive, pierced into the endless cold wind like a speeding black arrow, leaving only a heart-stopping roar.

    The scenery is monotonous and without any difference. At one end of the bare trees is the barren land that seems to be connected to the sky. The rolled up withered grass is moving around in the cold wind. Looking up, the original  The lingering blue sky also seems to be rendered by the bare branches, giving people an inexplicable feeling of desolation and desolation.

    On the side of the road, in front of a leaning motorcycle, Mo Jian squatted on the ground with a pale face, trembling like a drug addict taking long puffs of the cigarette in his hand.

    Ye Zi was standing next to Mo Jian. His condition at this time was no better than Mo Jian. His face was also pale and his lips were trembling.

    Presumably, driving at nearly 100 mph in such weather would never be a pleasant experience for anyone.

    "It wasn't like this here originally." Mo Jian threw away the cigarette butt in his hand. At this moment, he suppressed the cold air running through his bones and looked at Ye Zi who stood silently with a wry smile.

    "You've been here."

    "Um."

    "So you will feel that this place has changed."

    "Yes." Mo Jian slowly turned away and looked at the bare trees covered with a layer of white frost.

    Ye Zi turned his head and looked at Mo Jian who was squatting on the ground quietly. After a long time, he moved away and looked at the boring desolation.

    "You are wrong, only people will change."

    Ye Zi has always said very few words, just because he never talks nonsense, but whatever he says will definitely have meaning. At this moment, Mo Jian didn't know whether he understood the deep meaning of his words, but just smiled slightly.

    "Perhaps as you said, that's why I think about things that I couldn't and didn't dare to think about before."

    Ye Zi did not ask. He did not ask because he was not curious, but because for him, silence itself was an answer.

    "A few months ago, I came here, with Brother Nan." Mo Jian quietly looked at the blue flashing between the dead trees, and then said: "But at the time, I didn't know why he brought me here."

    "You know now?"

    "Ah, I understand." Mo Jian smiled lightly and said, "There is no reason. He just wants to come here and share the daily tranquility with me."

    "It's just that at that time, I thought he must have some reason and some deep meaning for bringing me here, just like why he took such good care of me."

    Mo Jian slowly exhaled a hot white breath and showed a disdainful smile, "It's just that I still can't figure out why, why on earth he treats me so well, why on earth he brings me here, what on earth is he doing?  What's the purpose? Is he just a simple bad guy?"

    "If a gangster who is feared by everyone turns out to be just a bad guy, that would be really sad."

    He looked deeply at the blue sky like an oil painting, raised the corners of his pale lips, and revealed a lonely smile, "But it turns out I was wrong. He is not a bad guy, nor a gangster, nor a gang leader.  , he is just him, just Namjoon who does what he wants to do and says what he wants to say and never cares what others think of him."

    Ye Zi stood motionless like a stone, listening quietly, but his deep eyes inadvertently revealed a hint of relief.

    In his eyes, Namjoon is far more important than himself, so for him, there is nothing more gratifying than understanding Namjoon.

    Namjoon is just Namjoon. There may be thousands of people named Namjoon in this world, but there is only one unique one that Ye Zi and Mo Jian can yearn for.

    "And the reason why he did this to me was just because I was his friend."

    Mo Jian raised his head with excitement. If he was originally a young man with nothing, then maybe there is only one thing he can be proud of now, and that is being Namjoon's friend.

    Ye Zi looked at him quietly, looking at the pale face exuding scorching light, looking at the heat that could not be frozen even by the icy cold wind, and it seemed as if there was a fire burning in his chest.  Hard to bear.

    However, Ye?The boiling blood was frozen in the next moment.

    He stared blankly at the young man's face that had become extremely cold and resolute without knowing when, and stared at the eyes that had become ruthless and cruel without knowing when. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel an incredible feeling like a mirage.

    But this was not Ye Zi's illusion, because the boy who was as hot as fire a second ago was staring at him quietly with eyes that were colder than ice and sharper than a blade.

    "But he died. How could a person like him who knew how to enjoy life die suddenly? Who killed him?"

    If language can be a knife, then there will be a knife stuck in Ye Zi's heart at this moment. If eyes can be swords, then there will be two more holes in Ye Zi's face at this moment.

    Ye Zi did not speak. His pupils were narrowed as he looked at the terrifying young man in front of him who was like a wild beast with sharp teeth. He could no longer find the peace he had in the past in his ruthless eyes that revealed a cruel and fierce light.

    He smiled, his teeth were very white, and his lips always showed a bit of unruliness when he raised them, which made his smile always carry a bit of disdain and ridicule.

    But what Ye Zi saw at this moment was only the neat teeth, the white teeth that were as shiny as the sharp teeth of wild beasts.

    Just by looking at it, he couldn't help but think of the cruel scene of sharp teeth piercing skin, tearing muscles, tearing muscles, and devouring prey with big mouthfuls.
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