A cold light flashed in Mo Hanqing's eyes.
Twelve was lying on the bed, feeling that his master was looking at him as if he was looking at the meat on the chopping board, which made him shiver uncontrollably.
"That... ahem... Young Master..." Twelve thought for a moment, and finally said cautiously: "The injuries on the subordinate's body are not serious. Young Master, please go back to your room to rest. I really don't dare to bother the Young Master here. Guard here..."
Mo Hanqing came back to his senses, glanced at Twelve again, nodded, turned around and walked out of his room.
It was a perfect night outside, and a crescent moon hung like a hook in the starry night sky, reflecting the dim and warm lights in the yard, and casting a faint shadow of bamboo on the ground. The spring night breeze carried a slight coolness, brushing his cheeks and blowing into his heart, which seemed to blow away some of the unhappiness accumulated in his heart.
But in this quiet night, a black shadow suddenly passed across the beam.
Mo Hanqing's expression turned serious. He saw the black shadow passing by the side room and entering the main room. He suddenly sneered in his heart. He didn't expect that there were people in Feihe Villa who wanted to take his life.
At that moment, he touched the sword at his waist, stepped lightly, and walked slowly towards the main house.
Through the papered window, there was a faint flickering candlelight, and the main room was quiet. If he hadn't just seen a black shadow pass in with his own eyes, he might have been ambushed by the enemy.
Mo Hanqing's hand holding the sword tightened, and the other hand gently pushed open the door.
The moment he opened the door, a pink figure passed before his eyes, and then the sword in his hand disappeared.
Mo Hanqing was shocked. In the next second, his hands were being grabbed from behind. Then, a sweet breath passed through his nose.
"I heard that you want my grandpa to teach you martial arts?" A clear and sweet voice sounded behind him.
Mo Hanqing turned around and saw Ye Qiqi's big black and white eyes staring at him.
She was obviously a little girl who was much shorter and smaller than him, but the force holding his wrists made it impossible for him to break free no matter what.
"Let go." He ordered Ye Qiqi in a cold voice.
"Don't let go." Ye Qiqi made a face at him, and then tightened her grip on his wrist, "You can't even beat me, but you dare to ask my grandpa to teach you, hum! What a beautiful idea!!"
"..." Mo Hanqing suddenly turned pale.
Although his martial arts is not one of the best in the Mo country, it is still above twelve. Unexpectedly, he was subdued by this little girl with just one move. He has never been so aggrieved since he was a child. Pass.
"Let me go!!" Mo Hanqing's voice was cold, and it was almost freezing to death and he repeated it towards Ye Qiqi.
"I won't let you go." Ye Qiqi's moist eyes rolled, and he suddenly said with a bad smile: "Unless..."
"..." Mo Hanqing looked at her coldly, completely ignoring her deliberate pause.
"Unless you call me master!" Ye Qiqi raised her little head and said to him in a soft voice.
The temperature around Mo Hanqing dropped instantly. He stared at Ye Qiqi with his cold pool-like eyes and looked at Ye Qiqi with a look that could almost kill people. He replied to her with two words in a cold voice: "Dream!"
"You don't call me master??" Ye Qiqi wrinkled her pink face and rolled her eyes. She suddenly approached him and said, "If you don't call me master, I will kiss you." Yeah…”