Feeling empty in her heart, she looked around blankly and hesitated. Suddenly, a figure flew in front of her.
The white clothes are flowing, the moonlight is warm, and in the dim night, it seems like an immortal.
It was the man who played the flute on the Mid-Autumn Festival night on August 15th.
But Mo Shuang seemed unaware, and just stood there precariously. After a while, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at the person in a daze, without even a trace of emotion on his face.
Her look made the visitor startled.
So indifferent.
What's up with her
She was obviously looking at him, but her eyes seemed to be empty and desolate.
Leng Qiyi frowned, and the hand that originally stretched out to touch her acupoints froze in the air for a moment, but did not fall down.
He tried calling her softly, "Shuang'er."
Only then did Mo Shuang finally react. Her eyelashes trembled slightly. She was still looking at his face, looking at his gentle and jade-like face wearing a human skin mask. Suddenly, she laughed, but The smile was very light, the complexion and eyes were also very light, as if if you were not careful, it would break: "It's really you!"
"What’s wrong with you?"
She was startled, yes, what happened to her
She doesn't know either.
All she knew was that her heart was very empty, as if all her internal organs had been pulled away. No one or anything could ever enter her eyes, and no one or anything could ever enter her heart.
The smile on her lips faded little by little, and she returned to her expressionless look. She lowered her eyes, ignored him, crossed his side, and walked forward in a daze.
Leng Qiyi's eyes turned cold, and he quickly reached out and grabbed her arm.
She stopped and didn't move or break free, she just let him hold her numbly.
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Li Quansheng walked to the lake and was shocked to see Feng Xiaochen dressed in red from a distance.
What surprised him even more was the appearance of the three of them.
Linglong was still sobbing softly, while Leng Qisu and Feng Xiaochen had sullen expressions on their faces, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle.
No wonder Mo Shuang looked so sad just now!
No wonder she didn't even know that the silk on her body had fallen off.
It seems that there was indeed some unpleasantness.
Pursing his lips, he stepped forward and spoke cautiously, "Fourth Master, the shadow guard is here to collect the memorial..."
Leng Qisu had a cold face and glanced back at him lightly. Without saying a word, when he looked away, his eyes suddenly narrowed and he stared at Li Quansheng's hand again.
"How is it there for you?"
That light blue silk was so familiar to him. It belonged to Mo Shuang.
Following Leng Qisu's gaze, Li Quansheng looked at his hand. Just then he remembered the silk in his hand, and heard the man's cold tone. He was startled and quickly explained: "Back to Fourth Master, it's like this. , when the servant came over just now, he met the madam, and later, after walking a few steps, he picked up this square silk silk. The servant thought that the madam must have dropped it, and he was planning to return it when he went back later... "
Before he could finish his words, his arm suddenly hurt.
"Meet Madam?" It was Leng Qisu. He grabbed his arm vigorously, his face turned pale, and his voice was trembling without even noticing it.
"Yes! Madam, along the gravel road..."
He was only halfway through speaking when a white shadow flashed before his eyes, and Leng Qisu was already striding towards the gravel road.
Feng Xiaochen also changed his expression, turned around and gave Linglong a complex look, his red clothes were like fire, and he followed Leng Qisu.
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Under the moonlight, two figures, a man and a woman, stood quietly. The man held the woman's arm tightly, and the woman let him hold her without moving.
It was Leng Qiyi and Mo Shuang.
"Shuang'er, are you still willing to help Brother Yi?"
Leng Qiyi frowned slightly as he looked at the quiet, almost nonexistent woman in front of him.
Although he knew that there was no chance at all, he still refused to give up. How could this woman become so devoted to him in the end
If she could help him, as long as she was still willing to help him, it would be easy to deal with Leng Qisu.
Because, he knew that she was already the most lethal weapon to that man in the world.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, he deliberately played the flute to play with her. In fact, it was just to arouse the man's jealousy and draw him out.
However, that man was so calm that after the dance, he was not seen.
Fortunately, he had taken a two-pronged approach and had improvised tricks on the drum. He knew that as long as this woman was in danger, that person would definitely come forward.
Sure enough, the drum shattered and the man emerged.
The hidden weapon was accurately emitted from the jade flute.
However, he didn't expect that at that time, the woman would desperately push the man away. Fortunately, in the end, the man stepped aside and protected the woman in his arms.
That person still won the dart as expected.
He thought he was done, but who knew that the man's life was so tough and he managed to survive without incident.
Thinking about it later, he should have put poison on the dart tip.
Sighing in annoyance, he looked at the woman in front of him again, but saw that she seemed to have not heard his words, her eyes were looking quietly in one direction, absent-minded and motionless.
She was so indifferent, which made him a little angry, and also made him a little confused about what to do
It's not about tapping her acupuncture points, it's not like taking her away, it's not like letting her go... .
It wasn't until there were urgent and messy footsteps coming in their direction that he narrowed his eyes and dragged her quickly towards the back mountain.
(End of chapter)