Yu Lan hugged Mo Wen's neck with her hands dancing, looking very happy.

"Lan Lan, do you remember the days we have been together?" His voice trembled uncontrollably. Mo Wen asked carefully, holding Yu Lan's face.

He was a little expectant, but also a little scared.

However, Yu Lan frowned her eyebrows in confusion, holding Mo Wen's wrist with a puzzled look on her face.

"Ao?" She shook her head and her eyes flashed twice.

"Don't you remember it yet..."

Mowen lowered his head, inevitably feeling a little disappointed.

But then he breathed a sigh of relief again.

If Lan Lan remembers it, she will definitely remember not only the time they spent together, but also the memory of leaving him and Xu Jielin later.

And those memories should never be remembered by Yu Lan... Now he is very content to be with Yu Lan.

He noticed that Mowen had lowered his head and was in a bad mood. Yu Lan tilted his head strangely, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on his forehead.

"Awen." She stared at Mowen seriously, called his name seriously, and her eyes were filled with trust and dependence.

Don't be sad about things, you are everything about me.

"That's right." He hugged Yu Lan in his arms, and Mo Wen buried his head in satisfaction between her neck, closing his eyes, "That's enough."

Quietly holding Mo Wen's narrow but strong waist, Yu Lan moved her nose and saw a few white snowflakes vaguely.

She raised her head and looked at the falling snowflakes. The calm colors flashed in her eyes, so quiet that there was no ripples.

In her memory, Mo Wen stood in front of her and wrapped herself in a scarf, the scene of them playing snowball fights in the snow, the scene of them chasing, laughing, and then holding hands to lie on the snow together.

These... are her most precious memories.

"Snow." She couldn't help but smile, her eyes were shiny, "Awen, it's Xue."

Mo Wen's head moved, and he raised his head and looked at the heavy snow that suddenly appeared in the sky, and couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, it's snow."

After tightening Yu Lan's cloak, Mo Wen bent down and held her face and asked, "Go back?"

"No." Yu Lan said willfully.

"Then let's play for a while." Mo Wen stood up and held Yu Lan's hand, and his smile was three points softer than that of Xue.

Yu Lan opened her hands and followed the flying snow all over the sky. A bright smile appeared on her face, which was always stiff, which was also more dazzling than the snow light.

"After so long, I can finally walk in the snow with your hand." Holding Yu Lan's hand tightly, the slender eyelashes on his slightly drooping eyelids were trembling, hiding indescribable joy and attachment.

Looking up at Mo Wen's faintly red cheeks, Yu Lan threw himself into his arms naughtyly. Before he could speak, he suddenly heard an arrogant voice not far away, destroying the quiet and warm atmosphere between them.

"I said, this must have been done by the base in vain."

Mo Wen looked up at the group of people outside the alley with some displeasure, pulled Yu Lan and prepared to walk back.

But Yu Lan seemed to be very curious about people outside.

"Lanlan, there are too many people here, can we go back?"

He coaxed Yu Lan patiently, and Mo Wen gently hugged her waist with warm hands, as if he didn't plan to give her a chance to refuse.

Fortunately, the people who didn't want to do it were really not attractive in Lan's eyes. She nodded, leaned well in Mo Wen's arms, and let him pick herself up and walk back.

He poked his head out and looked at the tall woman standing outside. The fiery red flames reflected the woman's beautiful face, which made Yu Lan frown her eyebrows hard, feeling that her back, which had long been lost, seemed to be aching faintly.

Her eyes suddenly became cold, and there was a murderous intent inexplicably surging in her eyes.

"Lan Lan?" Rubbing Yu Lan's head, Mo Wen pressed his side to her head, making her only look at him, "What's wrong?"

"Aowu-" called out softly, and Yu Lan "smacked" and kissed Mo Wen's nose.

There was nothing, she smiled.

Perhaps Yu Lan's murderous intent touched Yu Ruoshui's intuition. She turned around and stared at the dark alley beside her. After flashing in without any warning, she found that there was no one in her eyes.

"Miss, what's wrong?" one of her confidants followed and asked.

"It's okay." Yu Ruoshui frowned, turned around and walked back to the pile of corpses on the ground.

These corpses either lack arms or legs. In short, none of them are complete. They are piled up together like a pile of broken parts, extremely cunning.

"I said, this must have been done by the people from Baizhi Base." Squatted down and pointed at the spades on the face of one of the dead bodies. Yu Ruoshui said affirmatively, "My father once told me that anyone with a certain status in Baizhi Base would carve the patterns of black spades and reds somewhere on his body."

"But it cannot be concluded that they did it." Wen Xining, who had been standing among the crowd, frowned and whispered, "The murderer can carve this pattern on their faces after killing them."

"Hanyu, illuminate the fire at this corpse." He said lightly to his confidant. After he did as he did, Yu Ruoshui said proudly to Wen Xining, "You can take a good look at his wound. It is obvious that it has been a period of history. It is impossible that it was scratched in the past two days."

Looking at Yu Ruoshui's slightly contemptuous look, Wen Xining didn't say anything, but just squatted down and carefully examined the wounds of the two corpses on the ground. He stood up after not finding any problems.

Qin Feng should have done these things...

Thinking of the crazy man's hands and feet being interrupted and unable to move, Wen Xining wanted to rush back and strangle the crazy man's bad friend to death.

"It doesn't matter if you want to strangle me to death, but you must not hurt my angel... Well, you have to protect the man beside him, have you heard it?"

Qin Feng's crazy words echoed in his mind again, making him roll his eyes secretly.

He remembered that he couldn't help asking Qin Feng if he didn't hurt the angel zombie he had never seen before, but why can't even hurt a man who made him such a dog?

Qin Feng's answer to him is even more terrifying:

"You idiot, I definitely can't support my angel in this way. Of course, I have to let that man watch it first for the time being!"

Who is the idiot?

Wen Xining felt that the most terrifying thing in this end of the world was not these grinning zombies, but the madmen around him.
Chapter completed!