Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

Immediately afterwards, Mo Ci saw Shen Mo pick up the storybook with a serious face and start reading it. He even took it out and motioned him to read it.

Mo Ci looked at the pile of notebooks, a somewhat stiff smile appeared on his face, and he nodded and expressed his gratitude.

He picked up a book and opened it to take a look, but after a while, Mo Ci's eyes became dull.

The content of this book is too... hard to describe in a few words.

Mo Ci glanced at Shen Mo again, and seeing that Shen Mo was reading with great interest, Mo Ci even doubted his own taste, but he couldn't finish reading the book in his hand.

So Mo Ci took advantage of Shen Mo's inattention and changed the book.

However, after reading for a while, he froze and quietly changed to another one. For several times in a row, Mo Ci had a wooden face and lifeless eyes.

In the previous world, he learned a lot of bloody stories from Song Tianlin, and after that, he also read many strange books.

At that time, he saw Song Tianlin complaining on the side, and he was still able to listen.

Now that no one was complaining in his ear, he realized how... weird these storybooks and novels were.

Not only that, after experiencing the last world, he probably understood that every time he traveled through time, he would end up as cannon fodder who died in vain or died prematurely.

In the previous world, he could still correspond to which type of cannon fodder he was.

As for Ye Yunyi now, he can be regarded as a cannon fodder who died in vain. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the same as before. He needs to survive and live a wonderful life.

Of course, these are just his guesses. All he can do now is to continue exploring.

Perhaps one day, he will be able to solve the mystery of his own time travel.

At this moment, Mo Ci looked at the storybooks he had glanced through, and then looked at Shen Mo. He did not expect that Shen Mo would be so interested in this kind of absurd love story.

Yes, Mo Ciyuan called this pile of storybooks absurd love stories.

and many more.

Mo Ci felt a headache every time he looked at her, and he couldn't help but think of Ye Yunyi's fiancée, Ye Zhiruan.

Didn't Ye Zhiruan kill Ye Yunyi for the sake of his lover? Ye Yunyi was, after all, his childhood sweetheart and brother.

Looking at it this way, it seems that this can also be considered as a kind of art that comes from life.

Thinking of this, Mo Ci gritted his teeth and continued reading. Just one look made him feel as if he was back to the Huguo Temple.

"arrive."

Shen Mo's voice sounded in his ears. Mo Ci looked at Shen Mo in a trance, then looked away with an indescribable look.

Tell me, why does Brother Shen Mo, a nice guy, like these... these weird things?

Forget it, everyone has their own hobbies, so he should just stop saying anything.

Perhaps it was his dazed look that made Shen Mo mistakenly think that he was not feeling well, and he reached out to help him.

"I... ..."

Mo Ci was about to say that he would go with Shen Mo and the others, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he remembered the purpose of his trip and thought that he could take this opportunity to contact his old subordinates.

So as to avoid having to find another opportunity later, Mo Ci nodded.

After another sentence was spoken, Mo Ci said "hmm" lightly, and followed the servants of the Shen Mansion to the wing rooms in the Huguo Temple where pilgrims could rest.

After walking a long distance, Mo Ci suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Mo over there, but unfortunately, he could only see the hem of Shen Mo's clothes and nothing else.

The first sentence of the previous sentence was normal, but if you think about the second sentence carefully, it seems like Shen Mo was deliberately telling him not to worry and to do his own thing slowly.

Is this just his illusion... or does Shen Mo know something?

Mo Ci turned his head and walked silently to the wing room. He let the servants of the Shen Mansion do as they pleased and went into the room to rest.

When he came into the house, Mo Ci thought of Shen Mo again. This was not the first time Shen Mo gave him an illusion. If it happened once or twice, it could still be called an illusion.

But after this happened so many times, the illusion is definitely not an illusion!

So, what did Shen Mo know?

Mo Ci thought about the time he had spent with Shen Mo. To be honest, it was very comfortable to get along with Shen Mo. At least, Mo Ci could feel relaxed.

Moreover, Shen Mo had no ill will towards him.

but……

Forget it, let’s think about this matter later. He should first find an opportunity to contact Ye Yunyi’s men.

In fact, with Mo Ci's current strength, even if he goes to Cangjian Villa alone, he can still take it into his possession.

Can... ...

Thinking about the previous world, he didn't want to bet that Ye Yunyi would be satisfied with his approach.

After all, Ye Yunyi's adoptive father is still alive. Although he is bedridden, he is still alive.

Since he is still alive, Mo Ci cannot be too harsh in his actions. At least, he must maintain Ye Yunyi's kind-hearted nature.

As for Ye Zhiruan, if it were in the past, he would definitely not say anything more and would just kill him with one blow.

But now, Ye Zhiruan was wrong, but after all, she was Ye Xiao's daughter. There were some things he could not do, and he could only let Ye Xiao do it.

Therefore, what he has to do now is to take back Ye Yunyi's power bit by bit.

At least, we must gain the upper hand in public opinion.

After staying in the room for a while, Mo Ci quietly left the room and went to another steep place in Huguo Temple where almost no one came.

He stood in one place, took out something that looked like a whistle, and blew it.

This thing must be specially made, and the sound it makes can only be heard by people who have undergone special training.

That's why Mo Ci came here to blow it, otherwise, he would not have done such a dangerous thing.

However, even in a seemingly safe situation, Mo Ci still held his weapon, ready to fight at any time.

After a while, Mo Ci felt the sound of wind in his ears, and then several leaves rushed towards him. Mo Ci subconsciously followed Ye Yunyi's conditioned reflex and cut off the leaves with his backhand.

The next second, several figures came in front of Mo Ci, as if they had determined that he was not an imposter based on Mo Ci's previous actions.

"Little Lord!"

After several people spoke, Mo Ci looked at them. This group of people were wearing the same clothes, but their exposed eyes looked different.

Mo Ci's eyes swept over them one by one, and after a while he spoke in a deep voice.

"Are you the only ones left?"