Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 152 A Hundred Years ago [09] Telling about the past, Mo Qing's heart is moved

"As for me, it was miserable, and I happened to be the first batch of people he bought."

Mo Qing spoke indifferently and calmly.

It's like telling someone else's story.

Jiang Ke frowned upon hearing this.

"Have you heard of concentration camps? After we were bought, we went to his private concentration camp. Among the first batch of children, I was the only one who survived." Mo Qing said.

"Successful?" Jiang Ke was surprised.

The level of technology of that era...

No, the current level of technology cannot transform an existence like Mo Qing.

Moreover, according to Mo Qing's description, this person named Liu Ye was "successful once".

This is tantamount to magic.

"I don't know." Mo Qing shook his head lightly, "Up to now, I don't know whether he succeeded or not."

"..."

"My survival greatly increased his confidence and increased his investment." Mo Qing continued, "But his good luck seems to have come to an end. In the subsequent experiments, no one survived. That year I At the age of five, because he was left unattended, he read all his books, including Qihuang's undisclosed medical works."

Jiang Ke was in a complicated mood.

Hearing the end, he nodded slightly.

"After four years of secret experimentation by Liu Jue, he was finally discovered and reported. An army stormed his private concentration camp. Among them was a young man named Jiang Yan."

"I fought with the team he led and injured several people. He wanted to kill me, but was stopped by an adjutant named Mo."

"Adjutant Mo took me in, gave me my name, and kept me by my side."

"I asked Jiang Yan later." Speaking of this, Mo Qing put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head slightly, and raised his eyebrows. "At first, he really wanted to kill me."

Jiang Ke was puzzled: "Why?"

"I don't understand human nature, and I don't blink when I kill people." Mo Qing paused every word, "Keep it, it's a disaster for the world."

"..."

Jiang Ke suffocated.

The Mo Qing he sees now can laugh and make trouble, and his every move is no different from ordinary people. Even if she has incredible abilities, he will not regard her as a different kind.

Because she is alone.

a living person.

But think about it carefully, a five-year-old child, who is not yet sensible, grew up in the environment of Liu Jue concentration camp. He is used to seeing death and blood, and his mind is obviously different from ordinary people.

If it was Mo Qing who woke up in the eighth base, even if he didn't die now, it would be impossible for him to leave the eighth base.

There was no way Eighth Base would let her move so freely.

"What happened later?" Jiang Ke asked.

"For almost two years, I was in a state of being ignorant of human nature. I didn't understand joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Except for Adjutant Mo, everyone regarded me as a different kind." Mo Qing said leisurely, "The turning point happened in Qingqiao Town. "

Jiang Ke's expression froze.

"What Cao Xinsheng said is true or false?" Jiang Ke asked.

"From the grandpa of the Yin family, it's about the same. After all, it's from his point of view." Mo Qing said indifferently, "We did encounter a big battle. Jiang Yan and I got lost with the team and ended up in Qingqiao Town."

Mo Qing tilted his head: "Although I don't understand emotions very well, I hated him at the time. Thinking that he was going to die would save me a burden, so I didn't want to save him at first."

Jiang Ke remained silent.

In fact, he didn't want to hear Mo Qing talk about her and Jiang Yan's past.

It's okay to see Jiang Yan dead.

But then not...

However, after waiting for a while, Jiang Ke still asked: "Why did you change your mind?"

Mo Qing shrugged: "He threatened me."

"Ok?"

Jiang Ke was a little surprised.

"He said that if he died, Adjutant Mo would die for love." Mo Qing recalled the past, and didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. "He also explained to me the meaning of dying for love in detail."

After imagining the scene, Jiang Ke smiled lightly, but quickly smoothed the corners of his lips.

Mo Qing said again: "I will feed and drink for him, and keep him warm."

"How to keep warm?"

Jiang Ke's face-changing speed was very fast, and his face became cold all at once.

"Go up the mountain to chop firewood and light a fire, and steal some clothes." Mo Qing narrowed his eyes, "What are you thinking?"

"..."

Film and television dramas are harmful.

Satisfied, Jiang Ke cleared his throat: "Go on."

"Later, it did happen that the villagers drove us away. I originally wanted to kill them all, but at that time, Jiang Yanming was saved and he had the energy to take care of me." Mo Qing's expression changed slightly as he spoke. , "He said that if I killed one, he would give Adjutant Mo a knife. Then, he described to me the tragic situation of Adjutant Mo being tortured."

Jiang Ke: "..."

Calculated by age, Mo Qing was only eleven or twelve years old at the time.

Grab Mo Qing's weakness and bully him to death.

This man is too shameless.

"So I listened to him and took him to the mountain. He meant to test me at that time, he kept challenging my emotional limits, and often found fault with me. Fortunately, my emotions were not enlightened at the time, otherwise he should He was buried somewhere in Qingqiao Town, and now I come here to pay homage to him."

Mo Qing paused.

Because she suddenly remembered that if Jiang Yan had really died then, she would not be here now.

At that time, the fate of many of them would have a different direction.

"What about watering the medicinal fields with liquid?" Jiang Ke asked.

Mo Qing thought for a while before suddenly remembering: "Oh, there was another incident that happened back then."

"what?"

"At the beginning of spring, there was a plague in Qingqiao Town." Mo Qing seemed to have just thought of this, and explained in detail, "At that time, Jiang Yan's injury was about to heal, and we both planned to leave, but before we left, Jiang Yan asked me, Is there a way to save the people in the town—he knows that I am proficient in medicine, but not to what extent."

Mo Qing said: "So, I found some herbs to treat the plague on the mountain. But these medicines didn't grow, so I concocted a magic medicine that grows quickly—"

"This is not scientific." Jiang Ke interrupted her.

Mo Qing glanced at him leisurely.

Jiang Ke knew that Mo Qing felt that he was a disappointment.

However, Jiang Ke, who insisted on science, felt that he could not be fooled by Mo Qing like this.

After a while, Mo Qing confessed: "Well, it's actually not a magic medicine."

Jiang Ke nodded and asked: "So, what is it?"

Mo Qing stopped walking.

Jiang Ke also stopped walking.

Before they knew it, they had already reached the door of the hotel.

It was late at night, and there was no one on the street. The street lamps were turned on and off, and the drizzle was reflected in the lights, like needles and threads.

Jiang Ke clenched the handle of the umbrella in his hand, and raised the surface of the umbrella higher.

Mo Qing turned around and faced him, slurring his words: "I did adjust the potion that can grow quickly, but it can change under the naked eye because my blood has been added to it."

"Blood?"

Jiang Ke was startled.

Suddenly, Mo Qing stretched out a finger, put it to his lips, and made a "silence" gesture.

Jiang Ke's eyelashes were blowing slightly, and drizzle fell on them, forming fine drops of water, trembling and shimmering in the refraction of light, like starlight.

He looked at Mo Qing's lips, which were thin, pink, and sensual, and that slender finger, as if carrying a mysterious force, was charming without knowing it.

Mo Qing said softly, "I am very expensive."

After she finished speaking, she smiled again.

The smile is clear and shallow, and the corners of the lips are lightly hooked, which is extremely attractive.

With a "snap", Jiang Ke's mind seemed to explode, he lost all thoughts, and his eyes and hearts were all about her.

His eyes were as black as ink. In the night wind, they were originally cold, but at this moment, they became hotter by inch, as if they were ignited by something, and gradually became hot.

Mo Qing didn't notice it.

She turned around with a smile and waved her hand: "Take the umbrella, I'll go first."

She walked into the misty drizzle.

However, in the next moment, Jiang Ke suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back.

Taking a sudden step forward, when Mo Qing stopped again, he was almost within walking distance from Jiang Ke.

His breath sprayed down and landed on her forehead and nose. It was hot, with a burning sensation.

Mo Qing was startled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and met his eyes.

Those extremely complicated eyes that contained countless emotions seemed to be revealing emotions that she could understand.

Mo Qing was in a trance again for a moment.

The umbrella dropped a few inches, blocking the light, and he suddenly bent down and approached her, giving her the illusion that he wanted to kiss herself.

But he did not go beyond.

"Hey."

Mo Qing stood still, and suddenly made a sound, the voice was cold.

This calm and cold tone, like a splash of cold water, is extremely easy to wake people up.

Jiang Ke's eyes flickered, and the almost irrational emotion faded away, and soon, his eyes gradually became clear.

Mo Qing took a deep breath and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Pausing for a moment, Jiang Ke took her wrist, pulled away a little, and stuffed the handle of the umbrella into her hand: "Return the umbrella to you."

Mo Qing was stunned for a moment: "Can't you understand human speech?"

Jiang Ke didn't answer.

He turned away.

Walking into this midsummer rainy night, the drizzle fell on him.

However, it wasn't until this moment that Mo Qing suddenly realized that half of his shoulders were already soaked, and the soaked black clothes looked deeper under the light, which could be distinguished at a glance.

Soon, due to the soaking of the rain, his hair gradually limp and became wet.

But his back quickly disappeared around the corner.

The handle of the umbrella still had his remaining warmth. Mo Qing held the umbrella and stood there for a while before turning around and entering the hotel.

She returned the umbrella to the front desk.

When walking up the stairs, she suddenly stretched out her hand and covered her chest.

Chest is hot.

He was having a fever.

Hey, hey, hey.

The beating rhythm is also faster than usual.

In front of Jiang Ke, something happened, she had a reaction that she only had in front of Jiang Yan.

Mo Qing pursed her lower lip lightly, brushed her hair back a little irritably, then quickened her pace, and hurried back to her room.

……

Still no hot water in the room.

As usual, Mo Qing took a cold shower, and when her emotions cooled down, she changed into a set of clean clothes.

When passing by the window, Mo Qing paused for a moment, glanced out, then took a few steps towards the window, and pushed it away.

She raised her eyes and looked towards the river.

The banks of the river were empty, and there was nothing there.

The bridge hole was pitch black, with no trace of light.

Speaking of,
Does Jiang Ke sleep with Yin Lin at night?
Thinking of the small wooden bed that was so narrow that it was difficult for one person to lie on it, Mo Qing frowned unconsciously.

But after thinking about it, Jiang Ke asked for this, so Mo Qing felt an unknown anger in her heart, closed the window with a "bang", and went to bed.

……

next door.

"boom!"

Goblin suddenly heard a loud bang in the middle of the night, and jumped up from the bed like a corpse.

In the end, because he was sleeping next to the bed, when he sat down, half of his body was empty, and he rolled down with the quilt.

"What happened? What was the sound just now?"

Goblin was stunned and hadn't woken up yet.

On the same bed, Song Yiyuan's voice sounded: "The voice from Mo Qing's room may be angry with someone."

"Oh."

Goblin rubbed his eyes, then got up hugging the quilt, intending to continue crawling on Song Yiyuan's bed.

Song Yiyuan quickly waved his hands in disgust: "Go back to your bed!"

Goblin fell directly on his bed: "No."

"If you don't go, I'll go." Song Yiyuan sat up and hugged his quilt after speaking.

Goblin hugged Song Yiyuan's arm with an "ow" and said, "Brother Song!"

Song Yiyuan remained expressionless: "Call me Dad."

"father!"

Goblin compromised without principle.

"..."

what.

Oh, God.

Song Yiyuan fell back, like a corpse.

I don't know what's wrong with Goblin. Whenever there is thunder and lightning, he will have a panic attack. Fortunately, he is in the same room as Goblin, and he happened to be there when Goblin had a seizure at night.

So, Xu Shi had been a teacher for a long time, and Song Yiyuan got used to taking care of others, so he shared his single bed with Goblin.

Two big men squeezed into a single bed, one can imagine the feeling.

Song Yiyuan didn't sleep well, and regretted it countless times, but seeing Goblin's pitiful appearance, his heart softened again.

Hey.

He is just too soft-hearted.

"I heard about your orphan?" Song Yiyuan couldn't sleep, he rested his elbow behind his head and chatted with Goblin.

"Forget it."

Goblin responded vaguely.

Song Yiyuan was puzzled: "Yes, yes, no, no, why do you still 'forget'?"

"I was picked up by my master as an orphan when I was 13 years old." Goblin added, "Oh, my master is the No. 90 eighth minister—he is now retired."

Song Yiyuan felt that the logic of what he said was weird.

"Orphaned only after being picked up? Are your parents still alive?" Song Yiyuan asked.

Goblin said, "It's gone."

"Oh."

Song Yiyuan responded.

Soon, Song Yiyuan inquired again: "I should remember things at the age of 13. Is there anyone else in the family?"

"some."

"Where is it?"

"Yan City."

"Aren't you going to find them?"

"Ah."

Goblin replied perfunctorily.

Song Yiyuan imagined that it might be some distant relatives, and he didn't want to accept Goblin.

Almost ten years have passed, and Goblin has long since grown up. It is entirely up to him whether to recognize relatives or not.

"By the way," Song Yiyuan suddenly thought of something, "I seem to have a little impression of you."

"what?"

Goblin tilted his head in his direction, a little surprised, and his tone was milky.

"A few years ago, you, Wen Banling, and the former captain of the second action team...what's your name?" Song Yiyuan couldn't remember clearly.

"It's late."

"Yes, late." Song Yiyuan nodded, and then asked, "Have you three been to the Imperial City?"

"……Um."

Goblin's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Song Yiyuan asked: "Then, did Captain Chi really disappear?"

(End of this chapter)