Primordial God: Tenryou Is The Head Of This Matter

Chapter 134

The night of Liyue is as beautiful as Inazuma.

The edge of Yaoguang Beach, the moonlight reflected on the cheeks of the two across the water, with the beating bonfire, can completely see each other clearly.

After Mo Han asked this question, Yelan thought for a while, and then asked, "Is it important to you to know my name?"

Mo Han spread his hands.

"Please, this young lady."

"If suddenly someone is following you and knows a bunch of information about you, can you not be curious?"

"Moreover, now that you are my prisoner, shouldn't you investigate the identity of the character I kidnapped?"

Yelan tilted her head and thought for a while, and said apologetically: "Oh, sorry... I forgot about this stubble. "

Mo Han:"..."

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the silk that was still tied to the other party's body, and looked at her smug expression, and a strange thought came to his head.

This little sister... Wouldn't you like this?

Yelan noticed his expression, frowned, and hummed slightly: "What are you thinking, why is it a little obscene?"

"Uh... It's okay.

"So, what's your name exactly?"

Yelan raised the corners of her mouth and said with a smile: "Want to inquire about me?" So what are you prepared to pay for this?

Mo Han said speechlessly: "You are a prisoner, do prisoners understand?!"

Yelan showed an expression of sudden realization, and then said, "Oh, my name is Yan Huang, and I am a civil servant and part-time lawyer in Liyue Port. "

Mo Han:"..."

"I know the smoke, don't talk about this."

"Oh, well, in fact, my name is Baiwen, and I am a direct subordinate of Tianquan Condensing Light."

"I also understand everything, can you not fool people?!"

...

Seeing that this young lady reported several identities in a row, Mo Han held his forehead, only feeling that there was nowhere to use his strength.

"Identity is not important." Yelan said unimpressedly: "If necessary, I can have many names, and each identity is reasonable."

Mo Han casually flipped the black-backed sea bass on the bonfire and complained, "Can't you just tell the truth?"

Yelan leaned against the rock wall, looked at the night sky and sighed softly: "You know, as an excellent intelligence officer, when mixed into any incident, there will rarely be truth. "It's

just a pity... Generally speaking, when I want to be honest, those who are hungry for answers may not have the opportunity to listen.

At this moment, Mo Han suddenly felt that the person in front of him became a little heavy.

It can be seen that this is also a woman with a story.

Perhaps as she said, as a special intelligence officer in Liyue, he was covered with several causes and effects, and what a heavy fate he carried?

He didn't look at Yelan again, but focused on the grilled fish in front of him and said softly: "Okay, then I won't ask."

"You left at dawn."

Yelan looked at him suddenly as if he had lost interest, and there was a rare trace of loss in his heart.

Preserving the key information of identity, which is her professionalism over the years.

But... After all, this person in front of him is different from others.

He should be the one who knows the truth....

Just when Yelan was still letting go of her thoughts, she suddenly felt a fragrance coming to her nose, and when she looked at it, she found that the black-backed sea bass was grilled, and it already emitted a tempting meat aroma.

Mo Han handed one of them over.

"Oh, let's eat."

"Otherwise, it would not be good to say that the head of the family mistreated prisoners."

Yelan blinked her eyes a little, and said innocently: "How should I eat like this?"

Mo Han looked at the silk that was still wrapped around her, and after sighing softly, he put the sea bass aside, and he got up and walked in front of the other party.

He stretched out his big hand, looked at Yelan's skin, and began to untie the pair of bound hands from behind.

Although such a distance was a bit ambiguous, Mo Han prided himself on having a firm Dao heart, so he did not feel anything wrong.

Yelan didn't make any moves, just silently watched his actions.

In other words, how did this guy tie himself up in an instant?

She still doesn't quite understand what happened at that moment.

Could it be some kind of hypnosis, or Inazuma's ghost method or something?

When all the silk on her body was untied, she moved her wrist, looked at the imprint on it, and said with a smile: "You have done this before?"

Mo Han said with a straight face: "No, absolutely nothing, you are slander!"

"Then you just let me go, aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

"Run and run." Mo Han smiled and said casually: "You and I have never known each other."

"You are indeed on official duty, and I will come here with you, completely just to cater to you."

"As for the rest, it's just a joke."

"Since there is a fate, everyone chats together, and it is better than other messes."

Yelan nodded, satisfied with this answer.

She was not polite, but took the grilled fish handed over by Mo Han and sat next to him.

Looking at the almost perfect flesh sensation roasted by the fire above, Yelan couldn't help but ask curiously: "You often do this?"

Mo Han poked the bonfire with a wooden stick and said softly: "Sometimes when Inazuma goes far away, I don't want to go back at night, just in the wild."

"A person, a fire, will come."

Yelan nodded, "You are also a man with a story.

Mo Han sighed lightly: "I didn't think cooking was an important thing before, but recently my mentality has changed.

"Oh, why?"

Mo Han's eyes became vicissitudes, like an old monk who had broken through the red dust, and sighed: "Because I suddenly realized... If the wife you marry in the future can't cook, what a torturous thing.

Yelan was a little happy and quipped: "How can there be women who can't cook."

"I think if you're willing to learn, it's okay to have a basic home-cooked meal."

Mo Han glanced at her and shook his head.

"No, you don't understand."

Seeing that he seemed unwilling to say more, Yelan was also a little embarrassed to continue to say anything.

But from the perspective of a 'believer', she comforted: "Don't think about that."

"We have a chef named Xiangling in Liyue, and I think it's not good to find her to learn, ask for two tricks, and everything will be done."

Mo Han sighed with emotion: "I hope so." "

But Yelan secretly recorded this 'intelligence'.

It turns out that he cares about the level of women's cooking....

"By the way, are you going to Mond next?"

Mo Han looked at the beating bonfire and responded, "Yes, it was originally passing through Liyue.

Yelan was curious next to her: "I heard you say that you were looking for a friend before, but now you haven't found the right way to leave, will you be a little lost?"

Mo Han shook his head and said, "If you don't have a chance, you have no chance."

"Some things are destined and cannot be forced."

I don't have a chance....

Yelan pondered his words, and she also had some emotion.

Actually, it's really a good cause.

Especially... I actually discovered his identity like this, and sat under the moon and chatted together for a few minutes.

Sometimes fantasy scenes, that's it, right?

A pair of people, a bonfire, a long blue sea in front of them, and a bright moon above their heads.

This is enough.

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