Chapter 280 279. Interesting Story ≈ Interesting Accident

After finishing the dinner, which was not delicious but was satisfying, Mo Cheng let out a long breath.

It's not that he doesn't need food. In fact, his demand for food is not low. The enhancement of [Dragon Bloodline] is neither scientific nor magical, but the part consumed by the body unexpectedly obeys the law of conservation of energy.

Although Mo Cheng could eat a lot at one time, he would not be hungry for a long time. But here he has led the skeleton army to fight for a long time, and there is no food for humans to eat in the Death Territory.

So much so that now, Mo Cheng is in a "hungry" state, but these days those crooked nobles are still trying their best to put love potions on the food he can come across.

"Oh, I thought you enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by women."

Mo Cheng rolled his eyes at Margaret, "Don't imitate Windisa's words, and I'm not stupid. I can clearly tell the reasons for this kind of thing."

Another point is that Mo Cheng is vaguely aware that what happened in this historical fragment may have some connection with normal time.

Mo Cheng didn't want to wait until he returned and suddenly discovered the existence of a great-great-grandson/granddaughter who was older than himself.

Any emotional event that occurs when a linear time creature travels to the past will bring about a tragic family ethics comedy. What others see is a comedy, but the state of mind of the person involved is unknown.

Not to mention that when something really happens, he and the other parties involved are all drugged victims, which makes the tragedy itself even more intense.

Shaking his head, not wanting to continue talking about this topic, Mo Cheng changed the subject and asked Margaret, "How did you know I was here?"

"I happened to be reading here recently, and when I came here I saw you here alone."

Margaret also has her own troubles, such as some inquiries from Commander Brady and Lauren Frost family executives, so recently she often takes books to the heights of Fort Cotton to read.

When there is nothing to be busy with, reading in the night breeze seems to be a good thing.

"Reading a book?" Lauren Frost brought a book with her when leading troops into war? With such doubts in mind, Mo Cheng glanced at the books in Margaret's hand, and then saw some very distinctive book titles.

"These should be novels written by Windissa, right?"

Taking another look, it’s yes, it’s a book written by the [free] romance novelist.

"Aunt Windissa helped me get rid of Commander Brady. To help, she needed me to read these books carefully and give my review."

What is promised needs to be done, and compared to Commander Brady’s inquiry, the novel’s post-viewing experience does not seem to be an unacceptable condition.

"So, did you read it seriously?"

Even though Mo Cheng had never read it, he could guess what Windisa was writing. It is precisely because of this that he feels a little incredible. Does this thing really have such a thing as after-reading?

"I read it and took notes." Margaret gathered the notebook in her other hand, which was obviously filled with her thoughts about each of Windissa's works.

He walked to his usual place and sat down, opened Windisa's novel and read it carefully. Mo Cheng looked at it for a while. Margaret was really reading it carefully, not just casually looking at it.

"Well, is this book interesting?"

He couldn't go back to his room in a short time, and it seemed a bit silly for two people to stay here without talking, so Mo Cheng thought about it and found a topic, "Can you tell me how you feel after reading it?"

"Some of the plots are not very clear, and there are some misunderstandings. As long as they are explained clearly, there will be no follow-up at all. But from the reader's point of view, it is still very attractive."

"The love between the two people in the story has a delicate and fragile feeling like spider silk."

While looking at the novel in his hand, the title of the book was partially obscured by his hand. Mo Cheng could only see the words "The Melancholy of a Young Man".

On the other side, she was holding a pen and writing her reflections on the notebook. Mo Cheng silently observed the number of words she read and wrote. Margaret had reached the point where she could write two hundred words of reflections after reading one page.

Is this guy that hardworking?

Thinking back to the diary and reflection homework assigned by his teacher when he was a teenager, he always fooled around whenever he could. When I was in junior high school or high school, I didn’t even write about this stuff.

You can even give a plausible rebuttal. Whoever writes a diary would be a serious person. How can he write his reflections on something that he will forget after reading it?

Seeing that Margaret was reading deeply and writing with concentration, Mo Cheng wisely did not disturb her.

When a person is concentrating on something, it is a mistake to interrupt.

In this way, Mo Cheng and Margaret sat quietly in the night wind, one of them was blowing the wind and relaxing his mind, while the other was gaining a lot from the stories constructed in the book.

This is a rare tranquility, especially for the two people who will need to go to the battlefield soon, this peaceful time is extremely precious.

"finish watching?"

"I've finished reading, one book." Closing the books and notebooks, Margaret stood up and stretched her body after sitting for a long time. "Aunt Windisa brought a complete set of her books with her. There are more than twenty published books in total. , more manuscripts were killed.”

"That's really a big project." Mo Cheng wanted to know how much Margaret would write after reading all of Windissa's published books.

That should be a big number.

"It's nothing, and the stories are interesting too."

If she eliminated some of her own prejudices against Windisa's behavior, Margaret had to admit that the novels written by Windisa were very interesting and really attracted her.

"Oh, by the way." After Margaret packed her things, she pretended to ask casually, "You and Princess Misas disappeared together for a while. Did something happen?"

"Mishas? She and I were involved in the space turbulence in order to avoid Archbishop Alfonso's attack."

He didn't know why he suddenly talked about Princess Misas, but Mo Cheng had no doubt that he was there, or maybe he had just cleared his mind and still hadn't come back to his senses. He briefly described the situation at that time. Compared with the numerous secrets he had already revealed, there seemed to be nothing to hide about Misas's original experience.

Of course, he didn't talk about the pink strange lotus, the weird two-player arena, and the fact that Misas died for a time and was revived by his own reconstructed heart.

Some things are difficult to explain, so explaining them will only lead to more questions.

"So, you not only lived with Her Royal Highness for a period of time, but also lived under the same roof?"

The temperature drops rapidly at night, and the cool breeze continues to take away the body's proper temperature.

Margaret's voice came faintly, "Mo Cheng, do you know what the crime of blaspheming the princess is?"

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