wealthy daughter-in-law

Huan Huan froze, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask him, what about Zi Yin?what should she doShe is your current fiancée!

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them again.

According to her understanding of Mo Jia, he doesn't look like a playboy who can play with emotions. Compared with the woman lying in the sarcophagus, Ziyin's appearance is not known how long later, Mo Jia's heart, it is impossible to have her position.But why did Zi Yin say that she and Mo Jia are in love with each other?

Leaving aside this complicated matter for now, Huanhuan finally asked the question that he wanted to know the most.

"What's the matter with your hair and eyes? Is it... hereditary? Are you the only one in your family who does this?"

Expected that she would ask, Mo Jia fixed his eyes, and after a while he said indifferently, "The Mo family is a huge family, and I am an outlier among them." After a slight pause, he licked his thin lips, "But they said that I am a member of the whole family. hope."

Hearing the sarcasm in his tone, Huan Huan was a little puzzled, "Hope?"

The light in Mo Jia's eyes was quite light, with a bit of ethereal and mysterious in the world. Although he was just sitting casually on the slate floor, the noble temperament on his body did not lose a bit.

Looking at him, Huanhuan actually had an idea.

Perhaps, he with silver hair and red eyes is the real Mo Jia...

Don't expect him to tell the unknown secrets of the family, Huan Huan just guessed, and Mo Jia said unhurriedly, "The ancestors of the Mo family ruled a certain island in the Atlantic Ocean hundreds of years ago. They are the most powerful aborigines who are closest to the gods, and they have been living comfortably on the island. Suddenly, one year, the island experienced various natural and man-made disasters one after another. In just a few months, half of the island residents died. Some people say that they were abandoned by heaven, because they once mistakenly believed rumors and executed a witch, so the gods abandoned them. The king at that time, that is, the patriarch of our Mo family, could not regret it, so he could only take the remaining The clansmen left the land cursed by the witch, returned to the inland, changed their surname to Mo, and began to prosper. But the bad luck did not stop, and the clansmen continued to have accidents of one kind or another.”

Fascinated by this story, Huanhuan couldn't help but sat beside him without blinking his eyes.

"When the king was dying, he said that the witch's resentment would not disappear with their departure. He would never let the blood of the family be cut off! After his death, there will be such a person who will find the witch. Reincarnation, before the witch is completely reborn, kill her and save the entire family cursed by the witch."

Mo Jia paused, Huan Huan seemed to have guessed something, and asked uncertainly, "That person is you?"

The red eyes flowed, and there were more layers of waves, which inadvertently revealed a bleakness, which was extraordinarily confusing.

This fate has been doomed since the day he was born, no one told him the reason, only told him the mission he should fulfill.

She had to be killed—the witch's reincarnation, an imaginary enemy who might not exist.

Huan Huan suddenly began to sympathize with him a little bit, who would have thought that the Mo family's prince, who looks good, would be burdened with such a heavy mission.

If so, all this is true.

Sitting next to him, she stared sideways at him, pursed her dry lips, and smiled uncomfortably, "This story... so realistic."

Mo Jia suddenly lifted his lips, his handsome cheeks set off by his silver hair became more and more psychedelic and distorted, and even the air around him became subtle, seeming real and illusory.

"Yeah, a very realistic story."

Huanhuan couldn't laugh anymore, looking at him like this, her heart felt a pang of pain for no reason, and without even thinking about it, she actually made a bold move.

She got up, hugged him, stroked his back with her little hand, once and for all.

Mo Jia's body shook, and the bloodthirsty red in his pupils suddenly expanded, like a drop of blood.

"If you are tired, don't carry this big burden, just throw it away. Modern people, who would believe in witches or reincarnation?"

Her whisper like a spring breeze rang in his ears, and slowly brushed across his frozen heart lake, although it was light, it left its clear traces.