How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

While Song Wenjing was on the phone, he also had to pay attention to Mo Rongan's actions.

Mo Rong'an was very curious about this talking little box, especially when Song Wenjing answered the questions asked by the little box with a nervous look on his face, which made him a little angry.

Why did the little box scare his queen so much?

He hated the thing that made Song Wenjing so cautious. Just destroy it, just destroy it.

Mo Rong'an was surrounded by a black aura, and he really wanted to smash the small box in Song Wenjing's hand. Then he heard Song Wenjing call him "Brother" obediently.

His anger was instantly extinguished by a basin of water, and then he sat motionless beside Song Wenjing and listened to the sound coming from the small box.

Uncle?

Mo Rong'an pursed his lips, looking a little at a loss, as if he was a child who had made a mistake.

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenjing finally relaxed.

When Mo Rongan saw that the small box was silent, he exclaimed, "Why is there no sound? Is it broken?"

Why does Song Wenjing call Little Box Brother? Could it be that it has the same function as a delivery pigeon?

It's strange, why not use a messenger pigeon? His queen is so poor that she can only talk to herself in a small box. But...

He was puzzled by the fact that the small box made sounds.

When Song Wenjing heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and he silently turned on the music on his mobile phone.

As the music started, Mo Rong'an exclaimed, "Huh?"

Once again, he curiously stretched his head out and gently touched the phone in Song Wenjing's hand.

The little box that made sounds sparked a surge of interest in his mind. Although he couldn't remember his memories before his death, he knew that he had never encountered such a strange thing in his life.

There was nothing familiar on this person's body, but Mo Rong'an knew clearly that this person must have a great relationship with himself in his previous life.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have such a familiar and sad thought about this person.

Before Mo Rong'an could react, a voice came from outside the tent.

"Senior Song, we should go home today. I had a great time traveling with you all. I hope we can come out together again next time if we have the chance."

"It would be even better if... it was just the two of us!"

Fang Yuanyuan spoke in a pinched voice.

His eyes were ambiguous and his face was slightly red.

The little anchor next to her was disgusted by her shameless appearance. People didn't like her at all, but she volunteered to wake them up.

The others remained silent. When Li Junqi saw this scene, he felt uncomfortable all over. His subconscious told him that he was not traveling now.

But he thought about it for a long time last night, but still couldn't figure out why he came here?

Anyway, his mind told himself that he was here for a tour, and that he should take all the team members down the mountain at this time.

Did I just want to take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday to come here for three days? There's nothing fun to do in this mountain. Is there something wrong with my brain to come here for a trip?

Moreover, I didn’t know the person who came at all, it seemed like he came here on a whim.

The three men watched the scene impatiently, thinking that these people were so slow in doing everything.

On second thought, are these people really that slow at doing things? Why don't they remember why they came here?

The only thing that came to my mind was that I inexplicably wanted to come here to travel.

When Song Wenjing heard her words, he felt confused.

I checked my phone and it was five in the morning. Did I have to go back at five in the morning?

And...what does Fang Yuanyuan mean by tourism?

Aren't these people here just to rob tombs? Why do they call it tourism? Are they trying to conceal their identities?

wrong!

These people entered the tomb just like himself, but he had never seen these people during the time he stayed in the tomb.

He was startled and asked in a puzzled tone, "It's only five in the morning, are we going back? Isn't this a bit early?"

After all, it’s seven o’clock and all the geniuses are bright.

Do I have to go back with a flashlight?

Fang Yuanyuan's voice came again, "Senior Song, have you forgotten? We originally agreed to go back at five in the morning."

"Didn't you say that something urgent happened at home and you had to go back at five in the morning? And I also have something to go back and take care of."

"Li Junqi said something happened at home, so we unanimously decided to go back at five in the morning. No one objected, and you agreed at that time."