The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 457 Destiny can only be controlled by oneself [10]

Mo Yu watched Mrs. Wang go out, turned around and walked to the side of the table, bent down and sniffed on the spout of the tile pot: "It's a pity, this is a good perspiration medicine that costs more than one tael per tael!"

"It's not a pity at all!"

Ye Han reached out and picked up the earthen pot and poured it into the cup a little, then looked down at the color of the tea: "After dinner, don't we want to drink it?"

Mo Yu pursed her lips and smiled, stood up straight and walked to the window.

Looking out through the tattered and old cracks in the window covering: "I hope they will ask for help from the ambush elsewhere as we wish!"
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late at night

Mo Yu and Ye Han had also boldly finished the meal cooked by Mrs. Wang, and leaned against the bed to rest their minds.

Ye Han frowned hard when he heard the sound of knives being sharpened and small voices outside the door.

Glancing sideways at Mo Yu: "Why do I always feel that they have a wrong expression?"

"Surprise?"

As soon as Ye Han finished speaking, Mo Yu dropped two words.

From the entrance of the village to Mrs. Wang who pretended to be a husband, when these people saw them, their initial reactions were all surprised.

Although that look was short-lived, it did exist.

Ye Han nodded heavily, and said quietly: "Tell me, are they surprised because they saw us, or because we would spend the night in this village?"

"I have no idea!"

Originally, it was just a vague feeling that something was wrong, but when Ye Han said it so clearly, the weird feeling became even stronger.

Mo Yu quickly threw out a sentence.

Followed by a smile: "But no matter why, we should know later."

Judging from the pot of tea Mrs. Wang brought over, they would indeed not forcibly attack them.

And Mo Yu and Ye Han were also waiting for them to summon the men who were ambushing ahead.

If the matter can be resolved once, they definitely don't want to divide it into two.

Glancing at the moonlight outside, Mo Yu pouted at the pot: "It seems that the time is almost up, why don't we have a toast?"

(End of this chapter)