There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Han Fei was taken aback.

The words that came out of Jiang Mo's mouth still sounded cold. But even colder than his voice was the hand that was pressing down on him.

Logically speaking, the temperature in the palm of your hand is always warmer.

Han Fei couldn't feel any warmth from Jiang Mo's palm; all he felt was a bone-chilling cold that made him shiver again.

However, a sincere and earnest look appeared in those dark and deep eyes.

Before Han Fei could say anything, Jiang Mo raised his hand and pushed the silver on the table toward the shopkeeper:

Is that enough?

The shopkeeper may not have much knowledge, but the huge aquamarine hanging in the center of Han Fei's necklace, which was so big that it could not be grasped in one hand, looked incredibly valuable.

Therefore, the shopkeeper couldn't help but stare intently at the necklace.

If he had a choice, he would definitely want to accept the necklace, but unfortunately, the person talking to the shopkeeper at this moment was not the gentle Han Fei, but Jiang Mo.

Those words, devoid of any emotion, were almost like a question:

If you don't accept the money, I'll take your life.

This left the shopkeeper speechless; he nodded frantically and hurriedly pushed the two jars of strong liquor he was protecting toward Jiang Mo.

"That's enough, that's enough, there's still too much!"

Not daring to be greedy at all, the shopkeeper only charged the usual price for the wine and carefully returned the remaining silver.

"Brother Han, shall we find a place to warm ourselves by the fire?"

Jiang Mo didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up the remaining silver coins and put them in his pocket, then released his grip on Han Fei's hand.

However, Han Fei did not take the necklace back.

He gave Jiang Mo a deep look, and seeing that the other man had placed the fishing rod and the carp on his horse, and was about to leave with two jars of fine wine, Han Fei suddenly smiled and spoke:

"I promised to treat this time, Brother Jiang, why are you insisting on paying the bill?"

Taking three steps at a time, Han Fei reached Jiang Mo's side. Taking advantage of the fact that Jiang Mo was holding a wine jar in each hand, Han Fei reached out and stuffed the necklace into Jiang Mo's arms.

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond, and I cannot trouble Brother Jiang to spend money today."

Jiang Mo actually wanted to clarify that the money belonged to Han Fei, and he hadn't spent a single penny of it.

However, some things, once the best time is missed, can never be said again.

Seeing Han Fei's respectful attitude, it was clear that he regarded Jiang Mo as a gentleman who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. If Jiang Mo were to speak at this moment:

I've picked up the silver.

It feels like the little bit of goodwill I've managed to build up could instantly plummet to a negative value!

So Jiang Mo could only repeat what he had just said: "Brother Han, didn't I just say that gifts from relatives should be..."

"Could it be that Brother Jiang would sell it for money?"

Before Jiang Mo could finish speaking, Han Fei interrupted him with a grin, the guy with his hands behind his head looking completely at ease.

"I think it would be perfectly appropriate to leave it with Brother Jiang."

"Keeping it with me isn't safe at all. Who knows, I might get a craving for alcohol one day and end up exchanging it for more?"

After thinking about it, Jiang Mo couldn't help but nod in deep agreement.

So he stopped refusing and, in a solemn tone—at least in a tone that Jiang Mo himself felt was very solemn—said:

"Since Brother Han trusts me, then I will leave this necklace with him for safekeeping."

"This bento box is for the drinks I'm treating you to today. If you want it back anytime in the future, just let me know. Even if it's a thousand miles away, as long as I receive your message, I, Jiang, will personally deliver it to you."

"As for the ransom, forget about it. Just prepare a pot of good wine."

Upon hearing this, Han Fei couldn't help but laugh heartily: "Brother Jiang, you are even more generous than you appear!"

Unconsciously, Han Fei's trust in Jiang Mo increased considerably.

The shopkeeper was not knowledgeable enough to recognize the necklace's value, but Han Fei himself was. If he were greedy, he would have eagerly stuffed the necklace into his pocket, instead of making all sorts of excuses like Jiang Mo.

Before accepting the gift, they even made a pact to travel a thousand miles between them.

Han Fei felt that he had a good eye for people. Although they had only spent less than half a day together, he found this seemingly cold stranger to be surprisingly nice.

Worth befriending.

"Oh, by the way, Brother Jiang, may I ask you a question? How did you tell that the necklace was a gift from my family?"

"There don't seem to be any words engraved on it, do you?"

Leading the horse and following behind Jiang Mo, Han Fei suddenly asked this question, causing Jiang Mo's expression to stiffen slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine:

Goodness, this kid is indeed sharp; we really can't afford to be careless at all!

With Han Fei's keen observation, the slight stiffening of Jiang Mo's expression wouldn't have escaped his notice. However, even in his normal state, Jiang Mo's expression remained as expressionless as a zombie's.

Even Han Fei could not discern the fluctuations in his emotions.

"Guess."

To avoid arousing suspicion from the other party, Jiang Mo paused slightly, seemingly organizing his thoughts as someone who was not good with words, but in reality, he was taking the opportunity to quickly work his brain to find an excuse.

"That necklace doesn't suit Brother Han's style; it's too luxurious and conspicuous."

"The fact that Brother Han would take it out without hesitation to pay for the wine shows that you don't really like it, but you still carry it with you. It seems that your family must have forced it on you as a talisman or something."

With a mix of piecing things together and making things up from his imagination, Jiang Mo managed to come up with a plausible explanation.

"Brother Jiang, you truly have a discerning eye. This necklace was something my younger sister insisted on giving me when we were traveling for our studies. Ha, I don't know what she was thinking; this necklace is clearly not worthy of me!"

Han Fei couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.

He probably didn't even notice that when he mentioned his sister, a gentle expression naturally appeared on Han Fei's face. It was as if he were standing in the warm afternoon sun, and a happy smile involuntarily spread across his face.

When she went abroad to study, she was just a little girl; now that she's returned, she must have grown up quite a bit.

Yes, it is indeed very big.

Hearing Han Fei's remark, Jiang Mo couldn't help but silently comment in his heart, though he certainly wouldn't dare say it aloud. Otherwise, in Han Fei's eyes, he would probably immediately go from being a potential friend to a frizzy-haired guy.

Since they were both still wearing soaking wet clothes, the two didn't go very far.

They chose a relatively spacious spot with a nice view, and the two built a fire to hang their soaked clothes out to dry.

Jiang Mo picked up the carp king very naturally and began scaling and gutting it. The series of movements were fluid and effortless, as if he had been killing fish at RT-Mart for ten years, all done in one go without the slightest pause.

"Look at Brother Jiang's cooking skills, I'm really in for a treat today!"

Han Fei, who had already opened the wine jar, couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh out loud when he saw Jiang Mo's actions, praising him sincerely.

"Practice makes perfect."

When it comes to grilling fish, Jiang Mo is truly incredibly experienced. In the Baiyue Fire Feather dungeon, he grilled countless fish for Yan Lingji, and the related experience and skills were also synchronized to the modern world through the Memory Sea Retrieval.

These are fragments of white memories that both infuriate and amuse him.

Although it's not precious, it's still somewhat useful.

Before long, the two were sitting in front of the fire, raising their cups to drink.

Feeling the burning sensation as the wine went down his throat, Han Fei exclaimed "Good wine!" several times, then casually asked, "Brother Jiang, you seem to have traveled a long and tiring journey. Where are you headed?"

Chapter 59 Why Not Go Together?

"Xinzheng".

Jiang Mo was prepared for this question. Even if the other party didn't ask, he would find a way to steer the conversation in that direction.

Now that Han Fei has taken the initiative to speak, it has saved him a lot of trouble.

To avoid appearing too deliberate.

After uttering the place name that made Han Fei raise an eyebrow, Jiang Mo seemed to feel that drinking from the wine jar prepared by Han Fei was not enough, so he picked up the wine jar with one hand and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

He gulped it down, like a traveler thirsting for spring water in the desert.

However, quite a bit of murky liquor still spilled out, running down Jiang Mo's neck and into the grooves of his muscles.

The masculine energy is palpable.

Han Fei, sitting opposite him, was also taken aback. Feeling the burning sensation still lingering in his throat and stomach, he couldn't help but look down at the small wine bottle in his hand, and even wondered if he and Jiang Mo were drinking the same kind of wine.

Doesn't such a long, domineering way of drinking, like a whale swallowing the sea, cause stomach pain?

It hurts, of course it hurts.

Moreover, it was the long-lost pain of this corpse puppet body, but this did not make Jiang Mo frown; instead, he was overjoyed.

It seemed that only that faint burning pain could make Jiang Mo clearly realize that he was still alive.

It was still a living person with feelings, not a cold corpse.

Perhaps it was the large amount of alcohol that awakened the dormant blood energy in his body, and Jiang Mo, who had only ever felt cold and icy, actually felt a little warmth from his own body for the first time in a long time.

This prompted Jiang Mo to pick up the jar and drink it all in one go.

hiccup~

Satisfied, Jiang Mo put down the wine jar in his hand. Feeling that he was almost full, he stopped for the time being. Slightly tipsy, he looked down at his body and saw a faint trace of blood on his pale skin.

The color was light, yet it made Jiang Mo grin.

"Go to Xinzheng City to find an old friend I haven't seen for a long time... Ah, perhaps it's best if I can't find her anywhere."

As he swirled the wine in the jar, Jiang Mo continued talking to himself.

Han Fei was stunned. He wasn't captivated by Jiang Mo's good looks, but rather surprised by the change in the other's expression.

Yes, a change in expression.

Han Fei was surprised to find that the man before him could also change his expression.

Jiang Mo, who was already slightly tipsy after a binge of drinking, didn't even notice that his face, which was almost completely necrotic in the peripheral nerves, had not yet returned to normal, but at least it was able to show a slight change in expression.

In fact, most people are like this.

Often, after a few drinks, under the influence of alcohol, the muscles in the face and the tongue in the mouth will become slightly out of control.