10. Labyrinth

  "Be still, don't move."

  His heavy breathing echoed hoarsely through the valley. She saw a bewitching blue flame flash across his black pupils, and then his tongue tip landed on her collarbone...

  "No! ——" The cicada's sorrow and indignation reached its peak, and she cried out in anguish.

  What the hell is going on? Why did she have to meet such a young man, why was she so inexplicably taken advantage of? Who did she provoke, who is messing with her?

  As if heaven had heard her complaints, the phone suddenly transmitted an old voice, "Mochen? Is it Mochen?"

  Mò zhān heard it and couldn't move, so he shouted loudly into the phone, "Third Uncle, save me! Save me!"

  It turned out that she had just hastily touched her phone, and the screen still had the number of San Shu Gong, who had hung up earlier, so she dialed it again?

  The young man also heard the phone and was taken aback, his tongue still on her neck, but he suppressed a hum and forcibly retreated.

  The mountain peaks were like jade, and in the young man's black pupils, a strange green color also rippled. Mo Cui carefully stared at his reaction while using all her strength to shout into the phone, "Third Uncle Gong, I'm at the train station! There are bad people here, Third Uncle Gong, hurry up and save me!"

  "Are there bad people? How could that be?" Third Uncle's aged voice seemed to still disbelieve, "Mozhen you stay put and don't move. I'll go right away!"

  Misty cicada was about to go crazy - she couldn't move at all, and Third Uncle still told her not to move!

  "Third Uncle, save me! Please hurry and come rescue me!" Meng Cai cried until her hair was stuck to her cheeks with tears. She gazed at the evil youth in despair, fearing he would do something crazy again!

  “……Don’t worry, I’ll be right there. Alas, it’s all Third Uncle Gong’s fault, something came up today and I was delayed, so I couldn’t pick you up on time.” Third Uncle Gong hung up the phone without another word. Mo Yan felt as if the lifeline had snapped in front of her eyes.

  Just as the cicada was in despair, it suddenly heard a hurried phone ringing. Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, no modern music ringtone, but rather the traditional ringtone of an old-fashioned telephone from many years ago.

  Mò Tiān stared blankly as the young man suddenly furrowed his brow, turned around and walked to the side to answer the phone. Meanwhile, Mò Tiān's limbs, which had been unable to move just a moment ago, suddenly regained their mobility!

  Misty cicada seized this fleeting opportunity, taking advantage of his back to make a phone call, picked up the backpack and ran in the opposite direction!

  She ran hastily in the small valley, unable to tell directions. She just followed the trend of the valley and rushed forward. Her feet trampled over the ground covered with golden fallen leaves, and when she looked up at the sky above her head that was blue as if it were about to drip down - Mochen's heart beat wildly again, as if everything in her dream had come true this time.

  Like an inescapable prophecy, no matter how hard you struggle, it will always follow its trajectory and return to the direction predetermined by it.

  Mò zhān refused to believe in evil, but the result of her refusal to believe in evil was ——

  Under her reckless dash, she found herself lost.

  The green valley was shrouded in a purple mist, and the flowers with large mouths were blooming with a bright red color. The cicada felt that this cluster of flowers looked so familiar.

  She wandered around and around, and unexpectedly returned to this cluster of flowers for the third time.