'This is considered long?" Xiu Qi sneered, extending his hand and tapping on the third map, 'This area has already exited Huaguo and entered the territory of Miguo.'
'My,' Drunken Night raised an eyebrow, snorted and said, "With the amplification tubes unique to M, they can even set up a trading base there... It seems that the White Envoy really has connections with M.'
'I remember when the White Envoy base was first discovered, someone spread the rumour that the leader of the White Envoy, the "clown', was not Chinese. Now it seems that it wasn't entirely a rumour,' Xiu Qi whispered, looking at Mo Wen beside him and waiting for him to speak.
'Whether the Joker is a native of the M country or not is of no concern to us, but this base of the White Envoy is just too annoying.' Mo Wen's profile was pressed against Yu Lan's ear, his eyelids drooping as he looked seemingly careless, but his voice carried a cold murderous intent, "Xiu Qi, I want this base in the south.'
'I understand." Xiu Qi's eyes lit up, and he looked up and smiled coldly.
'What about here then?' Drunken Night asked.
'I haven't yet thought of a good candidate to manage it.' Mo Wen seemed to have completely lost interest in these matters. He put his arm around Yu Lan, who was trying to jump down to play, and cooed softly, "Be a good boy, okay? We'll go home soon.'
'Boss, I have a candidate." Drunken Night smiled as he leaned closer to Mo Wen, and while talking, glanced at Yu Lan, who was yawning. 'Blank, what about him?'
Oh my, the zombies can even yawn. How cute!
'Blank?' Xiu Qi frowned when he heard this name, and his expression turned a little cold. "Drunken Nightless, I've told you many times not to mention him in front of me.'
'OK OK, I know we're partners, but that guy is in the Land of the Dead right now, and he's the most suitable person to manage this place." Drunken Nightless rolled his eyes and continued, not even noticing that Yu Lan had tapped him on the shoulder. 'And Xiu Qi, he's your half-savior...'
'Drunken Night!'
'Drunken Night!'
'Eh?!' Drunken Night winced. He had no problem with Xiu Qi yelling at him, but why was the boss yelling at him too?
'Get away from me!' Mo Wen growled at Drunken Night, and then, as if hiding a treasure, he held Yu Lan in his arms, took her hand and started rubbing it, while saying seriously to her, 'Drunken Night has a lot of dirt on him, so don't touch him, okay?'
'Oh...' Yu Lan pouted, flattening her lips, and obediently lay down on his shoulder.
'...' Drunken Night's heart was breaking. He glared at the gloating Xiu Qi, coughed lightly, and said, 'Boss, don't be so heartless...actually, she is still very pretty.'
As soon as the words left his mouth, Drunken Night felt an ever sharper gaze fall upon him. He hastily made amends, 'No, I mean her parents must be very beautiful!'
As soon as the words left his mouth, Drunken Night wished he could sew his mouth shut. He shook his head, suddenly feeling a sense of impending doom.
He didn't hear Mo Wen speak for a while, and Drunken Night glanced up at him, surprised to find him looking so solemn.
'...Boss?'
'Lan Lan, she...' Mo Wen frowned and pursed his lips for a long time before he said, 'She has no parents.'
Ever since he met Yu Lan, he had noticed that she had always lived alone, going to and from school by herself. She was clearly thin and small, and could be blown away by the wind, but she always gave the impression that she could do it on her own.
It seemed that every month someone would send her a sum of money, but apart from that there was no one like a guardian by her side.
I remember that at the beginning, he racked his brains to get close to Lan, so every day he bought breakfast and waited for her at the mouth of the alley outside Lan's house. Lan always said that she liked the breakfast he brought, and she didn't reject it at all, even though it was from someone with blood on their hands.
'Will you keep bringing me breakfast?' At that time, Lan was small like a ball, her clean eyes blinking as she asked expectantly, taking his hand.
'Yes,' he remembered answering.
His ear was pinched by an icy hand. Mo Wen came out of his memory. He looked sideways at Yu Lan, who was puffing up her cheeks to attract his attention, and suddenly smiled, 'Lan Lan, I remember when we first met.'
Yu Lan tilted her head and looked at him for a long time, then reached out and gave his left cheek a little tap. Then she beamed and narrowed her eyes.
'Brother Mo Wen, your dimples are very pretty.'
The soft and tender voice seemed to blow past his ear like the wind, instantly making Mo Wen's face even softer.
'Lan Lan.' Holding Yu Lan's hand, he lightly kissed the back of her hand, and his heart filled with joy. "I've always...only had you.'
'Drunken Night." Looking sideways at Drunken Night, Mo Wen's smile at the corner of his mouth naturally changed.
'Cough cough...' Drunken Nocturne wanted to cry but had no tears, and he hated himself for talking so much that he wanted to slap himself a few times. "Boss, I don't want to stay in this deathly place with nothing...'
'So...you're saying no to me?" The pupils of his dark eyes slowly dilated as Mo Wen stared at Drunken Nocturne with a gentle voice, "It's not impossible to say no.'
'No, no, no, I said yes!" Drunken Nocturne took a half step back, waved his hand, and then bitterly smiled, 'This place...cough, is pretty good.'
In fact, Drunken Night did not have unconditional loyalty towards Mo Wen. He regarded Mo Wen as the leader simply because Mo Wen's strength and courage were completely overwhelming.
He would never forget that Mo Wen, a lunatic, was a Shura who had walked out of the pile of dead bodies.
'Then it's settled.' Satisfied, Mo Wen nodded and then stroked Yu Lan's cheek before planning to leave.
'Lan Lan...' Mo Wen's eyes filled with pain when he touched the crack on Yu Lan's left cheek. He sighed softly, 'How long will it take to grow your skin back?'
'Huh?' Yu Lan grinned.
'Where are you going, boss?' Xiu Qi stood up and hurriedly followed behind Mo Wen, whispering.
As for Zui Wuyue, he was full of despair. The thought that he would have to stay in a place full of zombies where no bird would dare to shit for the next ten to twenty years made him feel like he had nothing to live for.
'Go home with Lanlan,' Mo Wen said indifferently.
'Boss, I'm sorry, but you probably can't stay here anymore,' Xiu Qi said, quickening his pace and walking up to Mo Wen to stop him. 'When we arrived, the city of Jieshao already announced the information about the zombie tide. There will definitely be a zombie tide in District 3 within the next month.'
Mo Wen stopped in displeasure at the news. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiu Qi, his voice cold, 'When will the corpse tide come?'
'At most, there is still a month.' Xiu Qi looked very calm under Mo Wen's gaze. He lowered his eyes and respectfully said, 'You can now take Yu Lan back to Yu Meng first, and come back after the corpse tide has passed.'
'Yes, boss!' Drunken Nocturnal also jumped off the high platform, so high that he almost grabbed Mo Wen's trousers. 'Let's leave this hellhole and go back to the Alliance. After the corpse tide, I can come back and manage this place!'