Mo Nanjue raised his head, the leaves brushed against his eye corner, spinning as they fell, he squinted his eyes. Can one really become a tree after death?
If it could provide shelter from the wind and rain for her, that wouldn't be too bad.
Tong Ran picked up a few leaves and put them into her pocket, the two walked forward leisurely, when suddenly a few people jumped out in front of the forest, each holding a gun, looking around seemingly searching for someone.
Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, turning his body to shield Tong Ran behind him.
"Who are you people?"
Clearly, their target was not them, one of them looked up and said, "Did you see a man in a white shirt?"
Mo Nanjue's tall figure completely covered Tong Ran, his expression cold, "Haven't seen him."
The few exchanged glances, yet before they could speak, a voice suddenly stopped them from behind, "What are you doing!"
