Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 206 Pharmacist [35] In the next life, I will not come to this world
The night was dark and deep.

Even worse indoors.

After the ink poured down, it almost merged with the darkness.But Jiang Ke could vaguely see the outline of her figure, with undulating curves, long and slender legs, graceful and attractive.

Jiang Ke's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "It happened before."

Mo tilted his head.

She asked, "What?"

"It used to be." Jiang Ke repeated.

After pondering for a while, Mo Qing smiled and said, "That's true."

Times are changing.

People haven't changed.

Mo Qing folded her left hand back and rested her head on her arm. She asked, "What did you dream about?"

"Jiang Yan."

"Very often recently?"

"Ah."

Mo Qing was silent for a while.

Finally, she asked: "Talk?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Jiang Yan."

"No chat." Jiang Ke said indifferently.

Mo Qing smiled: "I won't kill you this time."

Half a moment later, Jiang Ke didn't say a word, and threw the quilt in his hand onto Mo Qing, covering her half body, and then lay down beside her.

"Perhaps what you said makes sense." Mo Qing said suddenly.

"what?"

"Jiang Yan's evaluation in the eyes of outsiders is very fake." Mo Qing's tone was slow, but very relaxed, as if chatting casually, "The first time I met him was not a perfect person."

She paused: "But I don't know when, he became invulnerable and omnipotent. It seemed that he overcame all his shortcomings overnight, but I was not there at the time."

These days, she left everything behind, did nothing, and wandered around.

For a long time, she has learned about this society in books, and these days' experiences have made her feel this society more truly.

Books are too good.

The reality is that there is always a shortage of money.

So, she unconsciously thought of Jiang Yan—whether he, who was too perfect, was also modified.

Mo Qing asked: "How many things do you remember?"

Jiang Ke paused, and finally said: "His war experience is eighty to ninety percent."

"What about the Battle of Pingcheng?"

"Have memory."

Mo Qing had inquired about the Battle of Pingcheng with his history teacher, but it was not recorded in the book.

Mo Qing was not there at the time and did not personally experience it.

The Battle of Pingcheng was undoubtedly the most tragic battle. Trapped in the city, starving everywhere, Jiang Yan lost his cronies one after another. In the end, he was the only one who stood firm until rescue came.

"What did he go through?" Mo Qing asked.

Jiang Ke thought of that battle.

He was always unable to replace the extra memories, but at this moment, he suddenly felt his heart twitch, like a sharp knife piercing his heart, and inexplicably, it hurt hard.

After a while, Jiang Ke said: "They have been guarding for two weeks. After the first week, there is only one person left."

"One week?" Mo Qing was surprised.

She turned sideways suddenly, her breath smelled of alcohol fell, and she asked softly, "Are you sure?"

"You don't know?" Jiang Ke was suspicious.

"I'm sorry." Mo Qing was silent for a while, "He said that he only guarded for one day and one night."

"Then he took good care of you." Jiang Ke's heart turned sour for no reason, and his tone was a little hard, "He guarded a city by himself, with a single gun, without sleep or rest, for a week."

"Really?"

Jiang Ke said unhappily: "He has a pocket watch with your photo, take it out to see if you have nothing to do."

"Oh, I sent it." Mo Qing said, "He said he lost it."

"It wasn't lost. He kept it for three days and threw it away."

"why?"

"Without hope, you can die."

Jiang Ke blurted out these words, but after he finished speaking, he was stunned for a while.

After a slight pause, Jiang Ke added: "I just guessed."

When he said this, Mo Qing became interested: "If it were you, what would you think?"

Jiang Ke refused without thinking: "I don't want to substitute."

Mo Qing lay beside his pillow, and said lightly, "Just once."

Her breath was like the wind, soft and slightly hot, falling on the side of Jiang Ke's neck, a burning sensation spread from the skin to the heart, suddenly ignited a fire.

There was some restraint in Jiang Ke's eyes.

However, the next moment, Mo Qing's hand stretched out and landed on the side of his face, gently caressing, like a caress between lovers.

Forbearance and restraint were like a volcano erupting at this moment, Jiang Ke moved, and the moment he grabbed her hand, he turned sideways and pressed her under him.

He whispered, "Do you know what you're doing?"

In the dark, Mo Qing looked at him who was close at hand, and smiled lazily.

"what."

She uttered a word softly.

The tense string broke at that moment, Jiang Ke pressed her down, and slowly approached: "I will think, how to bring more people to be buried with me. I will think, in this troubled world, people are not human. I will think, I Why is it not dead yet?"

There was a soreness in his throat, Jiang Ke paused for a few seconds, his words stuttered: "I will still think, don't come to this world again in the future, it's not worth it."

Mo Qing froze suddenly.

Jiang Ke kissed her lips.

Crazy, willful, rude, like venting, but only he knows that he is restraining some erupting emotions.

He remembered many things.

However, only when facing the Battle of Pingcheng, he really has a sense of substitution.

In the despair of staying alone for a week, he seems to be the only one left on the vast land, and what he has to face is a group of invaders who are so vicious and cruel that they lose their humanity.

In that situation, even death becomes merciful.

Mo Qing didn't respond at first, but after a while, she gradually responded to him.

The smell of wine in the air was ignited by a spark, and it was on the verge of firing, and the flame ignited in an instant.

Just like them at the moment.

They clearly perceive each other's existence, and they can also keenly perceive each other's emotions, which are so crazy and intense, and have nowhere to vent, so they all show through their bodies.

Mo Qing suddenly felt pain, the pain that crushed every part of his body, spanning 100 years, but the pain was so distinct.

(End of this chapter)