The villain of fast time travel, he wants to be good

Chapter 134, Remote villages and towns
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Mohen noticed her movement, and there was a look of grief in her eyes. Is she unwilling to even hug her now?
Her snow-white and slender neck made Mohen's eyes dark, making it difficult to see the bottom.

Mohen suddenly raised a bright and sunny smile, quickly raised his right hand, and slashed at Yunyan's neck gently and forcefully.

Some of the classmates standing beside him tried to stop him, but they were frozen in place by his cold eyes, and their companions covered him in the crowd.

Whispered: "Don't make trouble!"

Mohen hugged her limp body as if no one was around and walked out.

Lao Zhang, who had just discussed the tour route with other teachers, just came back at this time. When he came, he saw that the usually quiet but outstanding teenagers in the team were holding the girl in his arms.

The corners of Lao Zhang's eyes couldn't help twitching. What he wanted to do but dared not do when he was young was done before his eyes.

Although the atmosphere at the scene was very weird, he was still curious about where the boy was going to take the girl.

Lao Zhang said with a rough voice, "Where are you going, Mohen? Why are you hugging the little girl? Is she not feeling well?"

Mohen nodded slightly following his words, and said with a cold face: "She is not feeling well, I will take her to the hospital, don't wait for us."

His eyes were like those of a little wolf cub, Lao Zhang quickly pretended to be fierce and stared back at him, but Mohen was half a head taller than him, so his momentum was much stronger.

In order not to lose face in other provinces and regions, Lao Zhang smiled and changed into another face and praised: "Good boy, take her back quickly, this child has suffered, I guess the climate is not acclimatized."

The classmates who witnessed everything on the side heard the words and quietly made a noise.

Isn't it wronged?Such a beautiful young lady was knocked unconscious by the killing god, and what was even more shameful was that no one dared to confront him.

While they spurned Mohen's aggressive behavior, they tried to retreat behind the crowd to reduce their sense of presence.

After all, it was an existence that could lift people with bare hands, and it was a man who was much fatter than him, yet he lifted it effortlessly.

Mohen's cold eyes swept across them, and they quickly lowered their heads and remained silent, only quietly making eye contact with the people beside them.

Mohen sneered, raised the corners of his lips disdainfully, and gently placed the girl's head on his chest. His steps were steady, as leisurely as if he was going to a high-end banquet.

After Mohen left, Lao Zhang began to assemble the team. Bai Ju was supported by his companions to stand, and there was a frightening bruise around his neck.

He was weak, as if he was still immersed in the fear he had before.

The normally noisy students lowered their heads like partridges, and the air pressure was frighteningly low.

Lao Zhang teased, "What's the matter, everyone who is weak, please be more energetic!"

Let him talk eloquently, and the students dared not speak loudly. They did not take a deep breath until the background of the ink marks gradually disappeared.

The atmosphere became visibly relaxed.

the other side

Mohen took a taxi to take Yunyan to a remote suburb, which was deserted, and several drivers in a row were unwilling to take this trip.

After all, there is no way to attract guests when you come back.

In the end, Mohen gave an extra 200 yuan to be sent by a rich master.

The driver is a talkative middle-aged man with a rich face and thick wrinkles around his eyes. He is the kind who feels uncomfortable if he doesn't speak. He talks properly.

But he didn't dare to say anything more at this time, the picture he saw in the rearview mirror made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Mohen held Yunyan in his arms and let her sit in his arms, her head tilted feebly, like a doll that has lost its support.

Mohen looked at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and leaned her head on his shoulder in the posture of holding a child.

When he looked down, he could see a little bit of broken hair on her forehead, her curled eyelashes, her straight and lovely nose tip, and her moist and plump lips.

Like a delicate doll placed in a shop window, cute, cute, beautiful, all the beautiful words in the world can be used on her.

Mohen slid his fingers over her skin obsessively, his hands were warm and delicate, like the finest mutton jade, never tired of looking at it.

He turned his head slightly, and pressed a kiss on her head, his pupils were as black as overturned inkstones.

She was very obedient when her eyes were closed, and Mohen murmured obsessively: "Good Manman, if only you were always so obedient, then I will be very happy."

He showed his sharp little canine teeth, but his whole body was cold and gloomy, with the aura of innocence and devil constantly intertwined.

The driver peeked at the rearview mirror and was breathing rapidly. With trembling hands, he took out a tissue and wiped it on his forehead and chin indiscriminately. It was horrible!

It was obvious that they were pulling two people, but he felt chills coming from his back. The girl didn't know whether she was dead or alive, and the boy looked like a pervert and a boyfriend.

Neither of them looked like normal people.

The driver squeezed Ping Anfu on his neck with one free hand, his chest heaved and heaved, and he said silently in his heart: "Amitabha, I beg Guan Yin Bodhisattva to bless me on this trip, ah door!"

He once heard some night shift drivers say that sometimes the passengers pulled by them have special identities, but you can't take the initiative to talk to them, and you can't disturb them, so as not to suffer unreasonable disasters.

He didn't believe in this before, but now he is very grateful for the peace talisman his wife prepared for him.

When he pulled the two of them to their destination, he was so excited that the fat on his face was trembling. As soon as he received the money, he stepped on the gas pedal and flew away, which was terrible.

He drove all the way to the noisy urban area before he dared to stop to catch his breath, and trembling, he took out his mobile phone to call the police.

"Uncle policeman, I seem to have dragged a bad person just now, a man and a woman, the man behaves strangely, and the woman is desperate, I don't know if they are human or ghosts."

The policeman who answered the phone was a young policeman. He was stunned for a second when he called the policeman uncle. The person who called the police was probably as old as his father.

Although I think the driver's words are very funny, maybe it's just a boring and random story.

But out of lofty professional ethics, he still asked the two passengers for information in detail, "Do you remember their appearance?"

"Remember, both of them are very white, the man is handsome, young, like a student, and the woman is so tightly covered by him that he doesn't see it clearly."

"When paying, is it cash or WeChat?"

"cash."

"Where was their last drop-off?"

"Entrance to Shuanglong Village, Nanxiang Township."

"Okay, I will continue to bother you if there are any problems in the future, please keep the communication open."

"Hey, no problem, military-civilian cooperation!" The driver suddenly started to regret after hanging up the phone, what if the two people are not human?
He shook his body and continued to carry passengers uneasy.
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dark room

Yun Yan couldn't see any light when she opened her eyes. She wanted to reach out to rub her sore neck, but when she raised her hand, she found that her hand was fixed by something.

It can only swing slightly, and it can't even be lifted to the back of the neck.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds and then opened them again. Only when her eyes got used to the darkness did she see her situation clearly.

Her clothes had been changed, she was wearing jeans in the morning, but now it was a long soft skirt.

Her hands seemed to be locked by handcuffs, but she couldn't feel the cold touch. There was a soft ribbon tied around her wrist, which just avoided the friction of the handcuffs.

Her ankles were also chained, and her limbs were covered with soft cloth.

The room was very large and empty, but apart from the bed she was lying on, there was only a table and no windows.

(End of this chapter)