The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 40
When Mo Yu was surprised, she suddenly thought that until now, no one has asked her name, not a single one.

Even Yehan and the person in the bamboo forest never asked.

It was as if her name was simply an irrelevant matter.
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"Girl please have some tea."

While obediently helping Mo Yu pour a cup of tea and bringing it to her, Ding Ding answered Mo Yu's question with a smile: "It doesn't matter what the girl's name is before she becomes a slut."

Seeing Mo Yu raised his hand to take the teacup and continued to question with his eyes, Ding Ding blinked and smiled sweetly: "Girl must complete the promotion within two years of being qualified to be a prostitute, so if you can't make it Meisha, the girl is gone, and her name is even more useless."

Ding Ding's explanation made Mo Yu understand immediately.

No wonder Yue Wuhui said her name so solemnly, it turned out to be the reason.

Yue Wu must be the same girl as Luo Wu, who was waiting beside Ye Han to advance to the level of enchantment.

If they can't advance, the only thing waiting for them is death.

Looking at Mo Yu's cold eyes, Ding Ding suddenly smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, girl, you will definitely be able to advance to the level of Charming Killer."

"Oh?"

Mo Yu raised her eyebrows, looked sideways at Ding Ding, and waited for her to continue.

"Dangdang and I have been with other girls since we were eight years old. Up to now, including the girl, we have followed four girls in total."

Ding Ding frowned, pouted his lips a little aggrieved and said: "I don't know if we were unlucky in the past, the first three were unable to advance to Meisha, but the girl is different, the feeling that the girl gives me is different from the original three. .”

Said and sighed softly: "When I first saw the girl, I knew that this time, our luck is definitely not that bad."

Hearing Ding Ding's grievance, Mo Yu couldn't help laughing dumbfounded.

Those who were followed by the two of them were already dead, but she, who was at least alive, was sighing that she was unlucky.

Mo Yu raised the corner of her mouth, brought the tea in her hand to her lips and took a sip: "What luck can I bring you?"

(End of this chapter)