"Gululu..."
Leng Yiyao's stomach suddenly made a loud sound at this time.
The quiet atmosphere between the two people was suddenly interrupted by this voice.
She lowered her head, glanced at her belly, and suddenly raised her head and bared her teeth at him with a very righteous smile: "Sorry, I ate too much, maybe my gastrointestinal motility is severe."
She was so full all of a sudden, and her body was too delicate. She had never tried to act so ungracefully in front of a man. But, what the heck, the man who has never even shown his face is just a physical decoration.
As for his vaguely satisfied attitude towards Lu Ming's death, she guessed there were only two possibilities.
One is that he and Lu Ming are in opposition, and emotionally they cannot see each other well. The other party is dead, isn't that just right
The other one is simpler. His position is opposite to that of Lu Ming. Lu Ming's death is beneficial and harmless to him.
Of course, no matter what the possibility is, for now, he will not do anything detrimental to her. After all, if she were the real murderer, she wouldn't do him any harm. If she was not the real culprit of this killing, then she had nothing to do with him.
Therefore, from the current point of view, the two of them should be in trouble but not in the river.
The man blinked, as if he had never seen a woman show such a natural expression after being discourteous.
Before, the two strong men with no eyes saw that she was not wearing a veil and was injured, so they guessed that she was a runaway slave of some noble. But based on what he observed when he was bandaging the wound, it was obvious that there was a stab wound on her abdomen, and it was caused by a Sheschler scimitar. But her skin is delicate and fair, and she is obviously not a woman who has been exposed to the sun for a long time. Such skin is very rare for people in desert areas.
If she was really the murderer of those people. A woman killed fifteen royal attendants and a captain. Would she have no accomplices
No matter how you think about it, this seems a bit incredible.
But if she had companions, why didn't anyone come to help when she was almost raped by those two men
His eyes were fixed on her face. There, he couldn't see a trace of nervousness, let alone a little bit of guilt, as if the whole city was on guard against her, it was just a matter of wind and rain outside.
This woman is so mysterious.
Her actions are not as cautious as those of aristocratic women, but her courage is astonishing and extraordinary. The eyes are firm, but the reality is real and the virtual is invisible.
What is the origin? I am afraid that if I continue to ask, there will be no results.
He simply stood up, turned on the lights in the cellar, turned around and smiled softly at her: "You should go to bed early, and I will help you change your dressing tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you." Leng Yiyao waved her hand and smiled at him with a natural look on her face.
The man chuckled and turned around to open the door, as if returning to the same mode of getting along with each other when they first met.
Until the moment the door closed, Leng Yiyao inside the room straightened his lips and sneered in his eyes, while the man outside the room was thoughtful and smiling.
This round, no one won.
He couldn't find out her bottom, and she couldn't figure out where he came from.
However, she was still one step behind in the end.
After all, the only weapon in her hand was abducted by a man along the way.
However, who in this world stipulates that a sharp blade is the best weapon
Leng Yiyao touched the palm of her hand, smiled lightly, and lay on her back on the only bed in the cellar.
Since she can directly cut off a prince who is attracting the attention of everyone, how afraid is she of this man who hides his head and tail in front of her