I asked you to save the villain, not to take him as your wife!

Ye Zhou didn't expect that Feng Wen had come to a place like the Death Forbidden Zone No. 000 to pay tribute to the dead.

There are several small mounds of earth on the slope, which are covered with wild flowers due to neglect.

In fact, it looks more beautiful and colorful than those in other places.

Feng Wen placed a cake in front of each mound and then sat between them.

Seeing Feng Wen sitting quietly among the wild flowers, looking into the distance, Ye Zhou did not go forward to disturb him.

Ye Zhou squatted down at a random spot and started picking flowers out of boredom.

At first, Ye Zhou would glance at Feng Wen from time to time, but gradually, he found something that could make him focus.

Since all the flowers have been picked, why not make a wreath?

When Feng Wen finally turned his gaze to Ye Zhou, he discovered that the flowers and plants around him were obviously bulging.

"What are you doing?" Feng Wen walked quietly behind Ye Zhou and spoke.

"Isn't it obvious? It's making a wreath." Ye Zhou replied subconsciously.

Then he reacted and looked back.

Feng Wen also looked down at him.

The people looked at each other and the atmosphere became quiet.

After a moment, Ye Zhou was the first to look away uncomfortably.

When people are embarrassed, they will act busy. After Ye Zhou did 800 small actions in one second, he finally found a meaningless question: "Have you finished the memorial service?"

Feng Wen seemed much calmer, but after glancing at Ye Zhou twice, he asked, "Are you making a wreath?"

As soon as this question was asked, the scene fell silent again.

Ye Zhou was not a fool, he could see that Feng Wen was just making small talk.

The first person who was just making small talk was himself.

As for the reason why he was just making small talk, he knew it himself.

Precisely because he was clear about this, he understood the deeper reason for the silence in the atmosphere at this moment.

Ye Zhou didn't quite understand why he felt embarrassed because of the rumors.

He doesn't owe anything to rumors?

It is true that he is eyeing the core of the world on Feng Wen, but that will only benefit the other party and not cause any harm.

He has no reason and shouldn't feel embarrassed.

Since it's not a problem with this matter, it must be a problem in other aspects.

Ye Zhou couldn't help but reverse-think his recent behavior and thoughts.

Soon he realized something was wrong.

Is he paying too much attention to the rumors?

The other party was indeed a good target for his mission, but it was not like he had never had a mission target before.

Although the purpose is different.

For example, his original mission targets on Earth generally required being captured and tried, or being so evil that they needed to be eliminated.

But Ye Zhou could clearly tell that there was a difference between the feeling of staring at a target and the feeling of staring at rumors.

Of course, Ye Zhou could also explain that Feng Wen was not the target of a heinous crime.

But Ye Zhou didn't want to lie to himself.

Different is different.

But he still didn't quite understand. He knew Feng Wen, and it seemed that at most, the number of days was less than two.

If the other person was a girl, Ye Zhou wouldn't have to worry about it.

It's normal to fall in love at first sight, isn't it?

But the rumor is that it is a man, a man...

But then again, what about men?

No, no!

Ye Zhou suddenly shook his head with horror on his face.

How could he have such a horrible idea?!

Feng Wen, who was standing aside, frowned gradually. Did he ask some serious question?

But didn't he just ask, 'Are you making a wreath?'

There shouldn't be anything taboo about this, right?

Why was Ye Zhou in deep thought again and now he's suddenly shaking his head?

He couldn't help but reach out his hand to touch Ye Zhou's forehead, wanting to see if he had a fever or was possessed by evil spirits.

Before his hand touched Ye Zhou's forehead, Ye Zhou leaned back hastily: "You...what are you doing?"

Ye Zhou leaned back and quickly raised his hand to cover his forehead.

Feng Wen calmly withdrew his hand: "Nothing, go back."

Ye Zhou stood up from the slope, still holding the wreath he was finishing: "Let's go."

Feng Wen stood there without moving.

Ye Zhou looked at him doubtfully: "Yes."

Feng Wen stretched out his hand again.

"What?" Ye Zhou looked at him.

Feng Wen slowly uttered two words: "Open the door."

Ye Zhou suddenly understood.

At the same time as I realized it, I felt a little lost for some reason.

It turned out that Feng Wen was reaching out to open the door, and he thought she wanted to touch him.

So pretentious.