Before execution. Luo Jin was completely immersed in the memories with Mo Yu, a smile appeared on his face, and he silently noticed his injured arm, and there was a faint scar on the arm. Luo Jin didn't care about the bleeding wound, but stared at the shallow scar. Lingzhu felt sad, "Who hurt her arm?" Luo Jin shook his head, as if remembering something very warm, smiled for a while, and said softly: "I knocked Moyu unconscious and robbed her from the village. She was very angry when she woke up, but the medicine was not strong enough. But she couldn't move, so she bit this place in anger. "Lingzhu felt sour in her heart, "Is she worth this?" Luo Jin still smiled and glanced at Lingzhu, as if he thought she was a little girl who didn't understand what love was. Luo Jin stopped paying attention to her, but after a while, he whispered to himself softly: "I wonder what she is doing at this time?" Lingzhu was jealous and angry: "Madman, you are going to die, aren't you afraid?" Luo Jin said: "What's so scary about this?" After saying that, he smiled slightly and fell silent.