She looked back, no one was there.
Li Hanyu's eyes lit up, and he took her finger and rubbed it lightly on the palm of his hand, "Of course I am willing, this will solve it for you..." He took her hand and moved towards his neckline.
He was also wearing a high collar with a tight collar and strings of pearls. Unfortunately, he couldn't afford the rare and large pale gold pearls, and could only use white pearls inlaid with gold, which was very gaudy.
Jing Hengbo just noticed this pearl, raised his eyebrows, and really wanted to spit on this pearl - this is also learned! nausea!
She smiled and let her hand be pulled over, touched the pearl, exerted a little force, and the pearl shattered.
"Ouch, I'm sorry, my hands are heavy." She apologized without shame.
"It's okay." Li Hanyu thought it was because of her impatience, thinking that the Queen was flirtatious, and she really was flirtatious. She flicked her collar intentionally or unintentionally, wanting her to see her smooth skin.
Jing Hengbo smiled, flicked his finger, and hit his swollen cheek. Li Hanyu groaned, tilted his head away, and felt a burning pain on his face. He was about to have an attack, but suddenly remembered the role he was going to play, and hurriedly sat up. He coughed lightly.
"Your appearance and temperament are really similar to my old friend..." Jing Hengbo looked at him "obsessively".
Li Hanyu turned his face away and gave her a faint smile, thinking that the snow on the top of the mountain was in the moonlight, and he was cold and noble.
Jing Hengbo almost retreated in front of this distorted smile. After the eighteenth self-persuasion, she touched his face with a smile and said softly: "I still have something to do, and I will come to see you later. Let's go first." .”
Li Hanyu became anxious when she heard this, and hurriedly grabbed her hand, "I fell in love with you at first sight, you...can you stay by my side?"
"The people around you are hostile to me." Jing Hengbo didn't wave his hand, nor turned his head, and said quietly, "I'm not suitable to be with you."
"They have nothing to do with me!" Li Hanyu blurted out, "I was also coerced by them here, you and I leave here together."
"It's not that good." Jing Hengbo shook his head, "I also have a group of people around me, and everyone has things to do, so they won't accept an outsider whose origin is unknown."
Li Hanyu was even more excited, and squeezed her hand tightly, "It's okay! I can prove that I am useful to you, and your people will accept me."
He has already thought about it, why make wedding clothes for others? Rakshamen trained him to make this chess piece, what will happen to him after he uses it up? It would be considered lucky not to be silenced, the best ending would be to return to Rakshasa Gate, one of the hundreds of masters of the gate, how could it compare to the husband of the queen?
Even if she is a puppet queen, she will never lack in glory in her life.
"How to prove it?" Jing Hengbo looked at him with a smile.
"What do you need?" He didn't want to expose her identity, he just wanted to wait for her to reveal herself.
"You can't help me, thank you, see you later." She turned to leave. The clothes were pulled by him again.
"I can do it!" Li Hanyu said anxiously, "Trust me! I am very familiar with everything about tortoiseshell!"
Jing Hengbo sneered in his heart—there is a saying in the lyrics that painting skin and flesh is hard to paint bones. Which idiot found this idiot to learn from Gong Yin? Is it too bad? Except for the feeling of Gongyin when standing still, everything was destroyed when he opened his mouth.
"Really?" Her eyes lit up, "Then do you know the specific situation of the Thirteen Taibao, the Seven Gangs of the Three Clans, Four Alliances? I need their internal information, the more the better!"
Li Hanyu hesitated a little, he thought of the fate of revealing some secrets at this moment.
Jing Hengbo turned around and left, "It's nice to meet you, but I have something important to do, so we'll meet again!"
"Don't!" He grabbed her hand tightly, as if he wanted to grab a dream of glory, "...I know! I know everything! I'll tell you!"
Jing Hengbo turned his back to him, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, like a cat that saw a fish take the bait.
…
A quarter of an hour later, Jing Hengbo returned to her room. On the way, she wiped her mouth against the corner of the wall, suppressing a certain desire to vomit.
There is no way, I have the urge to hit that face, not only can't hit, but also talk to him with a sweet smile, pretending to be attracted by him from time to time, I'm sorry she endured so hard.
She told Li Hanyu that she had some things to do recently, and it was inconvenient to be with him now. After she finished her work, she would come to pick him up and let him tell him what he knew about the internal affairs of the three sects, four alliances and seven gangs, and what he knew about the secrets of Jianghu. Xin, record everything for her, and she will come and take it away later. Of course, in the future, the military medal will have half of mine and half of yours. When we're done, let's share the tortoise shell together.
Li Hanyu was naturally coaxed into a daze, and immediately held his hand affectionately, expressing his unswerving affection. Before Jing Hengbo endured to the critical point, he finally let her go, and made an appointment to date again tomorrow night if she was free.
Jing Hengbo decided to sell him to any small shop after he got the information he gave. Rabbit is the most suitable occupation for him.
The room was quiet, and the quilt was still the same as when she left, covering Mr. Mu thoughtlessly. Jing Hengbo was taken aback, wouldn't he be smothered to death by her?
She lifted the quilt and was startled again—Mr. Mu opened his eyes.
His dark eyes stared at her steadily, his eyes confused.
Jing Hengbo felt that he was not awake, so he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, but his eyes followed her movements.
Jing Hengbo let out a long breath, fortunately, no problem, this person was rescued, but she was carelessly suffocated to death, this is too cheating.
"How are you?" she asked him, expecting him to say it's all right, thank you girl, I'm leaving and goodbye.
As a result, he shook his head, slowly raised his hand, and pointed to his chest. It seemed that the hand was weak and weak, and it fell down after half of the finger.
Jing Hengbo stared at his chest—what do you mean? Something hidden there? Last words? Treasure entrusted? Tuo Gu?
In his black and clear eyes, there seemed to be a request, and it seemed that he wanted her to touch it.
Jing Hengbo touched him as much as he wanted, anyway, he had already seen him all.
She reached into his arms, and the tentacles were warm, as if she was about to die. There was a small cloth bag in the inner pocket of her bosom, and she took it out.
The moment she met his eyes, she felt that his eyes seemed a little strange.
Satisfied yet helpless and somewhat resentful...
Think too much!
She turned her eyes away, pinched the cloth bag, and there seemed to be some fine objects inside. She was about to pour it out, but he pointed to her hand and made a gesture of washing his hands.
Fuck me, clean freak!
Still cleanliness at this time!
Jing Hengbo wanted to lose his temper again. Her hands were clean, okay? She touched Li Hanyu for a long time just now, and she had already washed her hands when she came back.
But that guy pointed at her stubbornly. It was the first time she was disgusted by someone like this, and she really wanted to throw him outside the latrine, so that he could understand what real uncleanness was. However, after staring at him for a long while, he couldn't resist the stubbornness of a wounded person, so he shook his hands angrily, found a basin in the house, poured water from the teapot and washed his hands, and only then did he get his permission to put the tea in the bag. Things pour out.
There were a few packs of powder in the bag, exuding a strong and strange smell of medicine, which seemed to be the medicine he often took. This guy was a little pale and disabled, and looked a little sick.
The powder needs to be boiled for a while, which is a bit troublesome, she sighed, and decided to be a good person to the end. Put the quilt back on him, change back into his usual clothes, push open the door, and tell the two gatekeepers outside the door that he has a stomachache and that he has to go to the kitchen to find hot water, and they let him through.
As soon as she left, the person on the bed lifted the quilt and floated out of the window like the wind.
…
Watching Jing Hengbo leave, Li Hanyu felt joy in his heart, and lay down happily to sleep, dreaming about the sweet dream of the prince's husband in the future, before going to bed, he specially applied ointment to his face again.
After he fell asleep, he suddenly felt a little cold, wondering if he hadn't closed the window properly just now, and wanted to get up to close the window, but he found that he couldn't get up.
He fell into a strange feeling. Lying down, the consciousness is half awake and half blurred, and I can feel the changes in the outside world, but the body cannot move, as if being tightly pressed by a huge transparent finger.
It felt a bit like a nightmare, but he just lay down and wasn't asleep at all.
His heart was pounding and he couldn't take it off. He felt that there was someone at the window again, and he was overjoyed. He wondered if the queen was missing him so much, so he looked back at him, but the person by the window didn't move. It seemed that he was just there, watching him coldly.
He could even feel that gaze, which was cold, indifferent, full of a sense of looking down, but also contained a hint of mockery and contempt.
The feeling made him sick and uneasy at the same time, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.
He felt like a weak ant being coldly stared at by a powerful beast.
There is a gust of wind coming in.
It was slightly cool, hanging over him.
He felt that downcast gaze again, falling on his neckline and hands.
For a brief moment, he feared that his neck would separate from his body, or that his hand would break off.
Suddenly there was a sound in the distance, as if someone had dropped the teapot or something, rolling round on the ground.
As soon as the cool wind stopped, it floated out immediately.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he could move, and his back was covered with cold sweat.
Was it just a dream? is true?
His eyes fell on the window, which was closed tightly. The bottle of good ointment was still in place. In the darkness, the jade bottle reflected cold light.
…
Jing Hengbo looked at the ground with a bit of annoyance, there was a puddle of water on the ground.
She was not used to work, so she didn't pay attention to the greasy kitchen floor, slipped her feet, and knocked over a pot of water.
Fortunately, it was not hot. The shoes were wet, so she sat down and rolled up the corners of her skirt, and pulled the wet trousers outward. The skin on her ankles was white and there were no red marks from burns.
She stopped suddenly and looked back vigilantly.
There was no one behind, and everything in the kitchen was shrouded in the dim light from the small window.
Jing Hengbo felt that he had developed another disease recently, which was called being suspicious and always thinking that others were peeping.
There was also a pot of water warmed by a grass nest on the table, and she decided to use it to make powder for Mr. Mu.
Carrying water back to the house, Mr. Mu was still asleep on the bed. When she brought the medicine, he opened his eyes, his eyes were calm and clear.
He even smiled slightly at Jing Hengbo, the smile was clear and bright, but it seemed a little shy. Like a manjusawa flower, half of its petals bloom in the night.
Jing Hengbo felt full of disobedience. She remembered that at the banquet, when this guy sat on the cabinet behind her and pressed her neck with his hand, he spoke softly and cunningly.
The smile is so pure that it is almost seductive, what do you want to do?
"Drink the medicine." She said angrily, "Don't try to play tricks, you are my prisoner now."
He seemed to be very obedient, and immediately raised his hand to catch it, but his hand was trembling and unsteady, and seeing that it was about to splash on the quilt, she had to quickly reach out to catch it.
"As for it!" She scolded, and had no choice but to take the medicine, and stretched out her hand to help him up.
He leaned against her shoulder, soft, weak, and seemed to have no strength.
Because of this softness and weakness, she didn't feel the danger of being raped, so she took the medicine bowl to feed him, because she didn't have a spoon, she wanted to gulp it down for him, but she moved a little hurriedly, he coughed lightly, and the medicine juice dripped from the corner of his lips overflowed.
Without thinking about it, Jing Hengbo wiped the corners of his lips with his own sleeve.
It wasn't until she finished that she felt something was wrong. As soon as she lowered her head, she saw him staring at her fixedly.
For a moment, the eyes are clear and white, and the smoke and water are blurred, reflecting countless thoughts in the world.
The eyes were so complicated that she was in a trance for a moment, but as soon as her eyes fell, he turned them away.
She also staggered her eyes, with a straight face, and fed him the medicine in one gulp. The room was very quiet, only the sound of him drinking the medicine gently. The air seems to have become thicker, pressing hotly.
She felt that his body was very strange, it seemed that he was hot and cold, this man was not seriously ill.
After drinking the medicine, the bowl was put down, and the sound of the porcelain bottom touching the table was crisp and clear, as if the viscous atmosphere was broken. After waking up, both of them were a little dazed.
He seemed to feel better after drinking the medicine, and finally said, "Thank you..."
The voice was weak, and for some reason, Jing Hengbo felt that mysterious and sticky feeling around his body came again.
She deliberately wanted to break this strange feeling, and deliberately smiled carelessly.
"Ahaha, it's a small matter, I am very kind, let alone you, even cats and dogs will save me..."
He smiled and glanced at him, wanting to see how angry he looked, but he only smiled slightly and said, "Do you take care of cats and dogs like this?"
In the darkness, his eyes flickered, as if he was in a happy mood, and the room seemed to be full of stars, dazzling.
"Yes." She was a little annoyed, and answered casually, "Often."
"Who?" he asked.
She was absent-minded, and the scene of Xuegu that day naturally flashed in her mind. She also took care of Yeluqi in this way, and she didn't know what happened to what he said.
He blurted out what was on his mind, "Yeluqi."
As soon as these words came out, she felt a chill all over her body.
As if being blown by a cold wind, she turned her head, and the window was closed.
Looking back at him again, he had already closed his eyes, and said lightly, "I want to sleep for a while."
"Oh." Looking at his pale face, Jing Hengbo felt that he seemed to be in a bad mood suddenly, and subconsciously said, "Then I'll help you to sleep."
She helped him to sleep, and after she covered him with a quilt, she suddenly realized - Hey, why am I taking care of him so tenderly?
Hey, isn't he my prisoner? Why can you order me?
She stared at the quilt annoyedly, wanting to throw him out of the door and protest her inexplicable care, but looking at his peaceful sleeping face, it seemed that such a rascal thing could not be done.
In the end, she had no choice but to let go, and sat down to meditate and adjust her breath.
There is only one bed, one table and one chair in the room. The chair is not big and it is not convenient to sit cross-legged.
He opened his eyes and said, "You also go to bed."
"Good idea." She replied immediately.
He closed his eyes and said, "That's right. I'm also afraid of your hands and feet."
She immediately stood up, lifted the quilt, and pushed him in.
Without saying a word, he curled up obediently in the bed, half wrapped in the quilt, like a big pet that has been bullied but used to patience.
She sneered, "I made a move, but you are here to chop me up."
His voice came muffled from under the quilt, "Do you often use your hands and feet like this? You are really skilled."
She felt that this sounded very strange, and immediately retorted, "I am also very skilled in killing people, do you want to try it?"
He stopped talking, he had to bow his head under the eaves, and automatically shrank into the wall in aggrieved manner, sleeping flat against the wall.
Jing Hengbo was in a good mood, snorted coldly, and said sarcastically, "It's disgusting to eat human flesh!" With his back to him, he closed his eyes and meditated.
She quickly entered into a state of samadhi, and the body was filled with bright moonlight, and the light flowed, shining brightly on the twelve heavenly stars.
After the introduction of Mingyue Xinfa, twelve constellations are born in the body, and each palace requires a large amount of practice and savings. Like all top mental methods, it becomes more and more difficult as it goes on. She has just passed one constellation. Calculate the progress and wait for her In his seventies and eighties, he can probably practice the mental method.
She is not lost. She is a sloppy person, and when things come to an end, she tries her best to do her best. If this way doesn't work, she will change another way, and she doesn't want to force herself to death. Mingyue Xinfa can be practiced best, but if she can't practice it, she thinks she still has the ability to teleport and control objects. These abilities have been trained so exquisitely by Ziwei's old immortal, and they can still mix in the rivers and lakes.
Perhaps it is this kind of casual mentality that fits the true meaning of Mingyue's heart method-the moon is full of profit and loss, so don't ask the way of heaven.
Just like Yi Qi, Master Ziwei said that among the Seven Kills, he is the only one with a truly clear and pure heart, who has achieved the Mingyue Mind Method.
For Jing Hengbo, the main reason for diligently practicing this mental method is that he heard that practicing this mental method will make people more and more beautiful, and they will stay beautiful for a long time.
You don’t need to ask whether it’s true or not, just look at Ziwei and you’ll know.
It's the same tonight, the pitiful true energy that has just been cultivated, wandering around the first star palace, showing no sign of breaking through.
She just let it go, and was about to rest her hands when suddenly the person behind her turned over and bumped into her back.
She only felt a numbness in her back, as if certain acupoints were hit, and then it seemed as if countless switches were pressed, and a current slashed through her body as if electricity was energized, the weak true energy suddenly condensed, and she rushed forward violently.
As if hearing a bang, light came into being.
The second star palace was lit up, and a layer of true energy was strengthened, and a white light gathered into a wheel, flowing to the depths of the dantian.
She has entered a mysterious state, the sky and the earth are clear, nothing exists, and in the eternal darkness, there is only a bright moon, shining forever, and what she has to do is to go to the moon on the long star bridge.
…
When Jing Hengbo opened his eyes again, he saw a bird dropping a feather on the eaves in the distance.
It was a strange feeling, like a person who has been short-sighted for many years, suddenly wearing a pair of suitable glasses, but she was sure that she did not wear glasses.
Perhaps, this is the benefit brought by the Mingyue Heart Method, the moonlight shines all over, and everything is clear.
She turned sideways and saw Mr. Mu sleeping motionless against the wall, very quiet.
This kind of quietness made her feel dazed again - waking up in the morning and seeing a man sleeping with his back to her, seems like a scene that should only exist between old couples?
And she didn't have any strange reactions to such a scene and such a night, as if... it was logical.
Is it because I am getting more and more relaxed, or because there are too many such things, I am gradually becoming numb?
When she thought about spending a night with a strange man, it seemed that there had been quite a few since the release of Emperor Song.
There was movement behind her, she turned her head, and Mr. Mu turned over hugging the quilt, his hair was messed up in sleep, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be still awake.
Like a lazy cat.
Her weird feeling came again—the way he turned over on the bed and looked at her in a daze, is it the same as the husband who wakes up in the morning in an ordinary family...
"Are you awake?" Mr. Mu was actually greeting her, and his attitude towards waking up from her bed with her quilt in his arms was natural.
This tone, expression, her illusion of "living at home" came again.
She felt a little overwhelmed.
"Are you awake?" She asked him back, with a fake smile, "You look good, I think you've recovered from your injuries. Congratulations, it's better to leave."
As she spoke, she went to lift his quilt, and was about to ask him to get out quickly.
He lay still.
"I want to avoid you for a while."
"Ah?" Jing Hengbo decided to pretend not to hear, "Want to leave right away? Okay, I'll take you out."
"I'm not leaving." He said again.
"The people outside are going to have breakfast, so it's time to leave." She said, busy making the quilt.
The hand that folded the quilt was held down, she paused, her eyes fell on the back of his hand, the slender and clean hands were beautiful, but the skin was a little pale, but the nails were slightly red, which was very beautiful.
"Huh?" This sound was nasal, and she felt very oppressed.
It's a pity that this oppressive feeling doesn't exist for him, he raised his head, met her eyes, and said clearly: "Let me take refuge with you for a while."
"Don't do it." She snorted, "Are you sure about me? How dare I hide from you? I'm not your sister."
"Now the traitors should search for me in the whole city." He said to himself, "I will hide here for a day, and when things get better and it gets dark, you send me back to the main altar of the Shadow Pavilion."
"Dream," she said.
"The road may be a little dangerous, but I have a way."
"None of my business," she said.
"After sending me to the main altar, I have a big gift to thank you."
"Did sister agree to you... um? What kind of gift?"
"What you want," he said emphatically, "many things necessary to survive in a tortoiseshell."
She stopped talking, rested her chin, her eyes were flying around, as if she was doing precise calculations.
But he seemed to have nothing to say, and lay down comfortably again, as if he was sure of her.
She really wants to make him feel bad, but now she is no longer that simple woman who only seeks her own pleasure in everything. She has learned to put her personal wishes aside and consider her interests first.
The fact that the Shadow Pavilion was able to squeeze into this iron bucket even when the forces of the Great Desolation and the Land have already taken shape, it can be seen that the ability is not small, and the benefits that Mr. Mu can provide may really be worth the risk she takes.
Having said that, she wants to be the queen of Heishuize, master the tortoise shell, and she can't fight against all the tortoise shell forces. Under normal circumstances, one should support the excluded, win over the weak, and suppress the strongest. Now that Mr. Mu has been assassinated by the forces of the tortoiseshell rivers and lakes, she is the right person to be drawn into an alliance.
She was willing in her heart, but she still refused to soften her face. She snorted and said, "Give me a deposit first."
These words were meant to upset him, she thought he was injured outside, how could he be carrying any good things, who knew that he really reached into his sleeve, took out a round thing made of rattan and handed it to her.
Jing Hengbo took it, and it felt quite heavy in his hand. It was obvious that there was something wrapped in the rattan. The tentacles of the vine were soft and soft, and looked extremely resilient. She tried to tear it, but it didn't come apart.
"Jin Luo Teng." Mr. Mu said, "Ji country's special product. It is not afraid of fire or sword and will never rot. It has a nourishing effect on any object wrapped in it. Ji country's noble girls use it to make clothes."
"What's in the cane?" she asked.
"I don't know." He answered well.
"I don't know if you give it to me? What if there is poison in it?"
"Jinluovine is extremely precious, and the things that can be wrapped with it are of course even more precious. Even poison is precious poison, and you are not at a loss."
"That's what I said, but since the vine can't be opened, what's the use of it?" She played with this thing, and felt that the shape was ordinary, and she couldn't see what was inside.
"The rattan can't be opened by external force, but it's made of rattan, so it can be untied naturally." He said, "It's just that the weaving is very complicated, so we have to study it slowly. This is women's work, not suitable for us men, so, I'm sending you off."
Seeing that she still looked dissatisfied, he said again: "The reason why the Jinluo vine is called Jinluo is because the vine itself has the effect of warming and nourishing the skin, making the skin delicate and smooth, like a brocade. You are the solution If you don’t open this cane, wearing it on your body will also have its own benefits.”
These words caught Jing Hengbo's mind, and he said with a smile: "I can't see that you are a big man, but you are as careful as a woman." He put this thing in the sachet on his waist, and did not wear it close to his body, intending to wait with Si After thinking together, let him see if there is any poison.
After putting it on, when he looked up, he saw him staring at his waist with rather strange eyes. Like joy, like melancholy, and like deep loneliness.
Seeing her look over, he turned his eyes again. The two fell into the embarrassment of not speaking again. For a moment, he picked up the human skin mask and silver mask beside him and put them on one by one.
Seeing him slowly smoothing the seams of the human skin mask, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, and she couldn't help stabbing him, "Shall I get you some powder to smooth the seams?"
He stopped his hand, and then said calmly: "It's fine, remember to take the good Tiangong powder."
She sneered, "Why don't you put another layer of a woman's skin on it?"
He stopped his hand again, and the corner of his lips curled up, "Can you not be so disgusting?"
"Isn't it disgusting to eat human flesh?" She rolled her eyes like winks.
His voice sounded like a sigh, "I didn't."
"I saw it." She took a step back in disgust, unable to forgive him for putting that hand in her plate.
Even if she pretended to be those gangsters, she still felt that such a man was too bloodless.
He remained silent, as if he didn't intend to explain any more. There was a smile on the corner of his lips, still as faint and shy, but with the charm of a mature man, a very peculiar temperament.
He doesn't seem to care much about what she thinks, there is joy in existence.
Jing Hengbo felt that mysterious and viscous feeling came again, so he quickly changed the subject and asked him, "How is your spirit today?"
He looked like he was going to lie down again, "No."
There is a gleam of light in the cracks of the window, and the dawn is dawning, and a new day has begun.
Jing Hengbo climbed onto the bed, knelt beside him, looked down at him, and showed a malicious smile, "Is it boring to be injured? How about a trick for you?"
He looked at her steadily.
Then his eyes slowly changed.
Changes gradually appeared on Jing Hengbo's face. On the snow-white skin, patches of yellow spread out, like patches of yellow mud, gradually overflowing the snow, staining the ground mottled.
This sudden change was really a bit scary, she looked at him with a sneer, put her hands on his shoulders, and was going to pretend to be a female ghost when he was about to stand up in fright, and frighten him.
But he didn't scream in alarm, nor did he get up, but raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to touch her face, that look...
There was tension in those eyes, and there seemed to be... pity.
He raised his hand halfway, then dropped it, and he didn't lose his composure—because he saw her mischievous eyes.
This look made him sure that there was nothing wrong with this face.
Seeing him lying down steadily, she felt a little disappointed, snorted coldly, let go of him boredly, sat up and straightened her hair.
Opposite is the table, there is a mirror on the table, half of myself can be seen in the mirror, and half of him lying on the bedding.
Jing Hengbo's hands, which were straightening his hair, suddenly paused.
She found him looking at her.
The fuzzy brass mirror cannot reflect a clear face, but he can feel his eyes.
It's not disgust, it's not disgust, it's... pity.
A deeper, more palpable pity than before.
It seemed that he saw her hard work and giving up from this mottled face.
Try to be a qualified strong man, and give up the beauty that you cared most about at the beginning.
Pity her along the way, she has to lose as much as she gains, and slowly changes her appearance in the midst of hardships and exhaustions.
Jing Hengbo stopped combing his fingers and sneered.
I don't know why, seeing this look in her eyes made her very irritable.
It seems that the emotions that have been suppressed for a long time are turned up like this, and the giant palm of time slaps lightly, and the past rushes to the front with a crash.
no, do not want.
She tied her hair up in twos and said with a smile, "Have you finished reading?"
There was silence behind him, he was not embarrassed to be discovered, he only said softly: "You changed positions, I can't see."
The implication is that you quickly change it back so I can see it again.
Jing Hengbo was amused by his thick skin, he laughed and said, "Then I'll show you another exciting one."
With a wave of his hand, the tiles above his head flew out of the roof with a crash, and some broken tiles fell and smashed the top of the bed. Dust fell, and he dragged the quilt to block it.
Jing Hengbo waved his hand again, he flew up with the quilt, rolled on the top of the bed, and landed on the bed with a bang.
The dust rolled down from the top of his head, covering his head and back.
Jing Hengbo showed a smile of successful revenge, but screamed in his mouth.
"Ah, who are you? Ah, ah, help!"
Her cry was transmitted very penetratingly, and Mr. Mu was still struggling with the bed.
The door was kicked open with a bang, and those members of the Rakshamen Yan Gang rushed in. The first person was the leader man, walking in a hurry, as if he had just rushed back, and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"
"He—" Jing Hengbo pointed at Mr. Mu with panic on his face, "He smashed through the roof just now and landed on my bed, scaring me to death!"
A group of men heard the sound of the roof cracking. At this moment, they looked up and saw that there was indeed a big hole in the roof, and the person on the bed was lying on his stomach, covered in dust, which seemed to have fallen from the roof.
These mafia men had solemn faces, the leader waved his hand, and the rest drew their swords and approached Mr. Mu.
Mr. Mu who was lying on his stomach slowly turned his head and looked at Jing Hengbo.
Jing Hengbo folded his hands behind his back, and looked at him with a smile—told you to watch, told you to be embarrassed, told you to rely on me, should you panic now, be afraid?
Then she was disappointed again.
Not only did Mr. Mu not show any disappointment or panic, he even winked at her.
He didn't seem to be in the pain of being sold at all, as if it was just a game.
Jing Hengbo blinked and stared at him, and he blinked and looked at Jing Hengbo.
Jing Hengbo felt that this was really a game of concentration, and she seemed to be about to lose.
The knife of the first member of the Yan Gang was about to touch his throat.
He was still smiling slightly, with the corners of his lips curled up, looking only at her, as if he really gave his life to her, and it seemed that this was his test for her.
Jing Hengbo felt baffled—this stranger who met for the first time had a bad impression at first, how could he dare to be so confident? How dare you give your life to her?
Then die, hum.
The knife is about to slash down.
He still doesn't move.
She could only yell, "Ah!"
This sound was full of surprise, the cutting knife stopped, and the group of men turned their heads to look at her.
But Jing Hengbo only said this, and then shut up tightly - she was unwilling to do so, she had to see what he did.
He on the bed finally moved, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Peony, you don't remember me?"
peony?
peony!
Jing Hengbo almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, his face turned green, red, white and green for a while—she seemed to have lost again...
She gritted her teeth, but rushed forward in "surprise and surprise", stopped the arm of the man holding the knife, and said loudly: "Ah! It's you, Brother Ying! Why are you wearing a mask? And why are you so sissy all of a sudden? You look like Brother Rabbit in our town hall, I didn't even recognize you!"
She doesn't know whether Mr. Mu's face is dark or not, but she knows the malice in her eyes.
It's a pity that Mr. Mu also seems to be a master of acting skills, as if he didn't notice her viciousness, he coughed and smiled: "... I was injured a little, poisoned... I fell here... I didn't expect to meet you."
Jing Hengbo praised secretly—this man-eating guy really has a quick brain. He didn't even read the script beforehand, so he knew what she was up to, so he immediately connected.
This acting skill is much better than Pei Shu's.
"Who is he?" the leader asked warily.
Jing Hengbo smiled and said: "Brother Ying, I used to see him a few days ago, and he is very nice." He tiptoed quietly into the ear of the leader and said, "With the beauty sister you are looking for, I heard the beauty sister called him Yingbai, We all call him Brother Ying."
The leader's eyes lit up.
Yingbai!
Rumor has it that he was dismissed by the national teacher and expelled from Dige, and then it is said that he defected to the Queen.
But isn't Yingbai very good at martial arts? How did you end up in such a mess? Did something happen to the Queen?
The leading man is a small leader of the Raksha sect, named Wang Jin. He was ordered to lead people to find the whereabouts of the queen, so that he could win over the queen first with the beauty trick. Luo Sha came to Guan Jiachuan last night, he rushed to serve and report the progress here, who knew that something happened in Yulou, the sect master was seriously injured, seeing that the Raksha sect was going to change drastically, he was panicking, afraid that he, the sect master's cronies, would It will soon be liquidated because of the door owner's loss of power. He rushed to see the sect master last night. The sect master was seriously injured, and he was also worried that his power would be taken away. He told him to do a good job with the queen no matter what. If he could catch the queen, it would still be a powerful bargaining chip, at least It is not easy for others to seize power.
Therefore, Wang Jin hurried back to the small courtyard, determined to find the queen, and when he heard that this person was Yingbai, he was overjoyed.
Yingbai is naturally with the queen, and now he is injured and living here, which means that the queen has not yet reunited with the Thirteen Taibao, and they still have a chance to find the queen first and win her heart.
"Since it's your friend, we naturally have to treat him well. Just ask him for help to find your sister." Wang Jin whispered to Jing Hengbo, "Please help me and ask him why he became like this, we will set off later ,how?"
"Okay, okay." Jing Hengbo sent people out with a smile, closed the door, and gave Mr. Mu a wicked laugh.
"Calm enough." She said, "Are you sure that my sister is very kind and won't really sell you?"
"Oh." He said slowly, "I was just injured, and I couldn't speak for a while." After a pause, he said sincerely, "I didn't expect you to be so reluctant to part with me. I am very touched. Mudan, thank you very much .”