The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

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Mo Jiu's heart also contained strong anger.

If the words in her heart could be captured by Yama, then she would probably kill them directly.

Because he was so angry at the moment that he thought, it would be better to let Yama deal with them.

But he didn't, and it wasn't that he regretted it. Just like the "no" he said just now, it wasn't that he was soft-hearted, or that he wasn't the Holy Mother. It was just that he didn't want to kill someone.

These are the three views he has already formed after living in a peaceful country and era for so many years.

Even in the last days, it has not been changed.

"You can't kill people..." he said hoarsely.

However, Yan Luo had difficulty understanding Mo Jiu for the first time and thought he was protecting them.

Yan Luohan said in a cold voice: "So you are willing to get hurt for others?"

The word "sacrifice oneself for others" never appeared in her mind, it only made her feel stupid.

Mo Jiu also heard the coldness and anger in Yan Luo's words, which seemed to be directed at him.

He opened his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "I just don't want to kill anyone..."

Because of the pain, his body was crouched down at the moment, and he was a head shorter in front of Yama. Naturally, he raised his eyes when he looked at her.

But with his eyebrows and eyes, this expression was really aggrieved, and showed a complete sense of pity.

Yan Luo looked at Mo Jiu and quickly calmed down.

So, Mo Jiu didn't want to protect them, but just didn't want them to die?

She can understand now that death is disgusting to any living creature. Coupled with the strange concepts of this world, it can be explained that Mo Jiu does not want to see others die.

After thinking about it, Yan Luo realized that he had misunderstood Mo Jiu and felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry for hurting you. I said I would protect you."

Mo Jiu blinked, wasn't she angry? Why was she the one apologizing instead?

So why was she angry just now?

He couldn't figure out the reason for a moment, so he just shook his head and said it didn't matter.

He finally calmed down the breath in his chest, exhaled slowly, stood up straight, and stared at the three people coldly.

"The dog bit Lu Dongbin." Mo Jiu sneered, "You guys have changed so quickly. How can you adapt to this apocalypse so quickly?"

"What happened?"

Mo Jiu looked at the fourth person downstairs. He was the youngest and probably not yet an adult, so he had not shown his face directly before.

He didn't know what happened, he just looked at the three people lying on the ground with shock and confusion on their faces.

Mo Jiu looked at him for a while, then took out a large bag of biscuits from the shopping cart and threw it on the ground.

"Let's go."

This time, no one will stop them.

It wasn't until the two of them had left for a long time that all three of them got up.

The woman looked at the few packages of snacks and cried uncontrollably: "What should I do, what should I do..."

Although Mo Jiu did not kill them, it was difficult for them to survive without enough food.

The man clenched his hands tightly and gritted his teeth.

But he didn't know whether the anger and ferociousness were directed at Mo Jiu and the others, or at this stupid companion.

If he hadn't been too greedy and looked at their pity, he might have been able to get half of the food.

Only the man who had always been hostile to Mo Jiu and the others did not speak. He kept hitting his head with his hand and his face was a little distorted with pain on his face.

The woman suddenly became hysterical: "Why do you feel pain? I hit my head!"

But she had no idea what kind of picture was in the man's mind.

That was the hell created by Yama for him. As long as he didn't die, he would forever be trapped in the pain of being unable to escape and struggle.

This is the price he paid for hurting Mo Jiu...

…

There was a dark and dark light in Yan Luo's eyes that Mo Jiu had never seen before, but when he turned around, it all calmed down and turned into a soft smile: "What's wrong?"

"Thank you." Mo Jiu pushed the car and walked side by side with her, "It's really you who have been protecting me."

However, Yan Luo couldn't help but think of the figure of the man who would always stand in front of her no matter what time, even if she was much stronger than him.

She suddenly wanted to touch him again, right now.

So, she stretched out a hand towards Mo Jiu and just looked at him without saying anything.

"What?" Mo Jiu's heart skipped a beat.

He had already guessed a bit about the meaning of Yama's actions, but he still couldn't believe it.

Yama still didn't say a word, but slightly raised his fair chin.

Mo Jiu caught a rare look on her face. Was it embarrassment?

After so long, I finally saw her shy look.

He smiled, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and slowly took Yama Luo's hand.

It's not that he has never been held before, but it was in an extremely tense state. He may not even realize what he did. It was a subconscious behavior for the sake of security.

Now, without the threat of zombies or the tension in the dark environment, Mo Jiu could finally feel the hand holding this time seriously.

Little did he know that Yama also had the same idea as him.

She had measured Mo Jiu's palm before and knew the length of each of his fingers by heart.

But this moment was different from before, and she couldn't tell what the difference was. It was as if this action was some kind of special contract. Holding hands together, the relationship between them was completely different.

Yan Luo became confused about the feelings in her heart again. She couldn't understand what this emotion was for a moment. She only knew that she liked it at this moment...

The two of them walked hand in hand all the way downstairs.

Mo Jiu actually felt a sense of regret, as if regretting why this road couldn't be longer. Because at this point, he and Yama Luo's hands would be loosened.

He completely forgot how much he hoped that this road would only take a few steps before setting off.

Mo Jiu was about to let go of Yan Luo's hand, but it wasn't until the sticky sweat seeping out of his palms made it so difficult to let go that he realized that holding hands this time might not be so wonderful for her.

He hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, with an embarrassed look on his face, like a male god who was cold and aloof in the face of all kinds of girls' confessions, and finally took his turn to look like a young boy who was just starting to fall in love.

After wiping his hands, he coughed lightly: "Take this shopping cart up."

"good."

Mo Jiu:???

So, Mo Jiu looked at Yan Luo who pushed him away gently, grabbed both sides of the cart with both hands, lifted it up, and walked upstairs easily.

Yan Luo lowered his head and glanced through the gap in the stairwell, trying to pretend to be careless, but when he saw Mo Jiu's stupid look with his mouth wide open, he still chuckled.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Mo Jiu finally recovered from the shock and nodded blankly: "Okay, let's go home." He took two steps at a time and followed her pace.

As he was getting on, he didn't know what he was thinking of. Yama Luo, who was walking in front, showed a faint smile.

go home.