Chapter 317

Hua Mo Chen slowly touched the position of the desk.

Inadvertently, his eyes shrank to some incomprehensible marks.

This crack

He is familiar with it.

Hua Mo Chen's heart beat violently. He felt it again and identified it carefully.

Can it be a coincidence?

In the house where you are staying, there is also such a incomplete mark under the table

Hua Mo Chen thought of this, shook his head hard, and threw the unrealistic ideas out of his mind.

Hun Jun knows the identity of his spy. How can he take him back? It's more realistic to make sure he's dead.

Although Hua Mo Chen thought so, he still had an imperceptible expectation in his heart. He reached out and touched the objects on the table, feeling and identifying them carefully.

The tabletop is dangling, Hua Mo Chen touched for a long time, this just touched a few thin pamphlets.

He drooped his eyes, and his heart was empty, as if he had been dug out.

Hun Jun's bedroom table is always full of ink, paper and inkstones, candlesticks and lamps. He takes care of them every day. Naturally, he can't be more familiar with them

Hua Mo Chen touched the desk, a little bit to find out the location.

"Zhiya --"

Qiao Yanran pushed the door and came in. Seeing this scene, she walked to the position beside him and handed over the blind staff that had just been finished.

Hua Mo Chen took the blind stick and politely said thanks.

Because of the blind stick, he walked faster. He soon found the position of the door and went out.

All the way away from Qiao Yanran's temporary residence, Hua Mo Chen's heart is a little at a loss.

He's blind, he's deaf, he doesn't even have a sense of smell. Where can he go? There is no place like his home.

Well, let him find a deep mountain and wild forest to live and die on his own

The Third Prince Group won't let him go easily. Sooner or later, they will come here. It's not good to drag them down.

Huamo dust to here, all the way forward.

Because he couldn't see the reason, he was always careful, encountered obstacles, and constantly adjusted his direction.

Qiao Yanran always followed him slowly, just like walking.

It began to rain.

In winter in the south, it's cold and wet. The rain is mixed with the cold wind. It's cold to the bone.

Qiao Yan Ran tight tight tight on the robe, feel a little can't stand, let alone the body has no good sharp flower dust.

She looked at Hua Mo Chen, who had no intention of stopping in front of her, and planned to take him back to the house by some coercive means.

Save the fall of the root cause of the disease is not good.

Hua Mo Chen, who was walking in front of him, raised his head slightly. The fine drops of water gathered on his curly long eyelashes. His eyelashes trembled and the drops of water fell.

Hua Mo Chen is still a vast expanse of white in front of him. Although he still tries to see it, it still has no effect.

The cold wind beat on the face, freezing to the bone.

He thought he might freeze to death this winter.

Because of the rain, the ground was a bit slippery. Hua Mo Chen didn't pay attention to it. He stepped on a muddy puddle and fell back uncontrollably.

Qiao Yanran took his waist in one hand and directly held the man up and walked towards the hospital.