Naimanjin thought that what he saw again would be a collapsed Mo Jingyu, but he didn't. The person who obviously cared so much about Li Li was sitting in front of him at this moment, asking him "why" calmly.
Afterwards, Mo Jingyu laughed out loud: "I forgot, you don't like Ah Li very much."
Yes, he didn't like that lackey who committed crimes below. But what is the source of more, probably because Naimanjin felt that the plaything he liked was so interested in a hidden guard, probably a challenge to his authority.
Anyway, the other party is also his own person.
What Mo Qi forced him to learn in the past came in handy at this time. Mo Jingyu looked up at Naimanjin, looked down from the other side's angle, and saw into his fragile eyes full of mist: " Naiman Jin, I am truly alone now."
"I know that even without you, Mo Qi won't let me and him go. Now I'm the only one left with nothing to worry about. I'm willing to go to Sahada with you, but I hope you can help me."
"I only want Mo Qi's head." Mo Jingyu said.
Even though reason is analyzing whether his words are true or false, Naimanjin's heart softened a little unconsciously. After all, beautiful children who can cry and behave well are always loved, especially Mo Mo, who he is interested in. Jing Yu.
Touching his hair with one hand, the other party's eyes were full of probing discrimination, and the other hand rubbed his skin with his fingertips: "Mo Jingyu, do you think I should believe you?" ?”
Gathering his expression, he replied seriously: "If I were you, Naimanjin, I would choose to believe."
It was exactly the same as his tone at the beginning, so that Naimanjin suddenly recalled that he had said this to Mo Jingyu before, and couldn't help laughing: "Then you don't want to betray my trust."
"Otherwise, I will lock your broken leg in a cage."
The deep voice of the other party rang in his ears, but Mo Jingyu didn't care, he looked straight at Naiman Jin, as if he wanted to hook all his heart on him: "You won't treat me like this Heartless."
"You can try."
Saying that Mo Jingyu's wish was fulfilled, Naimanjin's people stayed for a few more days.
Before leaving, after confirming that Mo Jingyu had no attachment to Mo Li, Mo Qi called him over in private.
"Originally, I didn't want to do anything to Li Li, but Xiao Yu'er is really too bad."
He calmly looked at the man's hypocritical appearance, playing a disgusting fatherly gesture: "If Xiao Yu'er was as good as he is now, Ah Li wouldn't have died."
Afraid that Mo Jingyu didn't hurt enough, Mo Qi's words were scratched at the tip of his heart: "If Mo Li was still around, he wouldn't want to see you sad. If Xiao Yu'er can help his father to show his grandeur, you will always be happy." It's a child of the Mo family."
Suddenly, Mo Jingyu laughed a few times in the originally silent room, which seemed extraordinarily abrupt. I saw a smile between his brows, and the corners of his eyes were a bit seductively red: "I'm afraid that if my father gets what he wants, he won't remember you calling me Xiao Yuer so kindly."
The children who leave the Mo family's door will get a lot of jewelry, the so-called dowry, but there are small tricks inside. This is the tacit secret of the Mo family.
Mo Jingyu also has it, but there is a special small sachet inside, which is prepared for Naimanjin. He smiled at Mo Qi and offered to pour wine for him. Seeing the distrustful look in the other party's eyes, he took a sip of the wine with the man's hand, and acted coquettishly: "Now that Xiao Yu'er has drunk it, father should feel relieved."
Glancing at him with a half-smile, Mo Qi drank the glass of wine: "Xiao Yu'er has studied very well, and I am looking forward to your good news for my father."
Because Mo Jingyu was not used to it, the Mo Mansion specially got a carriage for him to drive on the second day. Naimanjin sat on a high horse outside, a curtain covered the noise outside, he sat alone in the carriage and stared at the curtain blankly, he didn't know what he was thinking.
It was just tears, which slipped down unconsciously.
Naimanjin had a small sachet from Mo Jingyu pinned to his waist, and he got into the carriage when it was time to rest, and pulled him up and put it on his lap: "Can you do that little fish?"
Ever since he knew that Mo Qi was called Mo Jingyu Xiaoyuer, Naimanjin always liked to call him that. I don't know if it's to show closeness, or to satirize him.
"He drank it." He concealed that he also drank it. Anyway, for Naiman Jin, he was just a plaything. For this, he is still very self-aware.
Before Mo Qi came to him, Naiman Jin gave them the medicine of Sahada. It is colorless and odorless, and once ingested, it will continuously erode the human body, and no one can see it. According to the person's physique, it will suddenly die suddenly within a year.
That old fox would test even the tea in his own room before drinking it, let alone his things. Fortunately, he was about to go to Sahada so that he relaxed his vigilance.
It's just that if he didn't drink it too, Mo Qi would never drink it. Yue Mo thought that he would not take his own life as a joke, but the old fox was wrong.
Anyway, there is no Li Li anymore, and there is only one person left in this world.
I have to thank that old fox for allowing me to get in touch with so much, so that I have the opportunity to put medicine under his nose. Mo Qi's side is a matter of time, and only the person in front of him is left.
Gathering his attention, Mo Jingyu put his arms around Naimanjin's neck, with admiration and a smile in his eyes: "Khan, I don't know where you live, please treat him well."
Of course, I will also treat you well.
After half a month of stop and go, Mo Jingyu finally saw what the Sahada tribe looked like. When asked about his tent, Naimanjin laughed and hugged him by the shoulder: "You live with me."
The unfamiliar yet familiar self-proclaiming made Mo Jingyu finally feel a little real. Only now did he think of the man in front of him. After all, he was also the Khan of Sahada and the king of the tribe.
The other party, like Mo Qi, has his own ambitions.
When Mo Jingyu walked along, he saw some older and beautiful women. He had heard that once the Khan of the previous generation died, his wives would directly become the wives of the next successor.
He suddenly had an absurd thought, if Naimanjin died, then his...
Thinking about it, he laughed, even out loud. Naimanjin next to him asked him why he was laughing, but Mo Jingyu just shook his head. You can't tell the other party the truth, tell him that you are thinking about whether he will end up like the women here if he dies.
However, Naimanjin's possessiveness might just be buried with him.
No one noticed the contemptuous smile on the corner of Mo Jingyu's mouth.
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