"Who killed Abbott?"

The cool moonlight shone through the silent night sky on the body of the spear held high, and Pooh's body tensed at Awat's questioning. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The two were silent.

Awat furrowed his eyebrows, revealing a bit of ferocity. "Let me ask again, which of the two of you killed Abbott?"

Pooh's eyes brushed over his face, and her hand holding the hem of her skirt loosened, then she looked up at Awaat.

"It's me." She took a step forward.

"No, it's me."

Winnie frowned and looked sideways at Song Yinan, who was opening behind him.

She's Pooh. Chesterton, she has her own pride, and she doesn't need anyone else to take responsibility for her.

Song Yinan didn't look at her, but looked at Awat from a distance, and patted the gun behind him.

His expression was indifferent, and he had no fear of facing danger directly. "Do you think it's more likely that I or her will do it?"

Awat pointed the swarthy muzzle at Song Yinan without saying a word, obviously believing his statement.

The muzzle of the gun glowed black in the moonlight, like a beast about to break out of its cage.

"Let her go, and we'll talk."

One of them died, so they should both be buried for him, Awat ripped off the gentleman's skin, and his face showed coldness: "Do you think even if we let her go, how far will she be able to run?" ”

Pooh saw Song Yinan smile for the first time, but there was obvious mockery in his smile.

In the next moment, she felt a bullet grazing her ear and rushed out, and then with Awat's muffled snort, she felt a strong sound from her wrist, and followed Song Yinan into the river.

The incident happened so suddenly, Pooh was completely unprepared, and the river water poured directly into his mouth and nose.

She struggled to get her head back out of the water and get some fresh air.

Song Yinan pressed his palm on the back of her head and pressed her into the water.

Then, Pooh felt something soft and cold press against his lips, and then air poured in.

Squeezing her body was the choppy river, and she hung tightly on Song Yinan's body and quickly rushed downstream.

There was a steady stream of breath in her mouth, and she hugged the driftwood as hard as iron tightly, and her thoughts drifted and returned to emptiness.

。。

When Pooh woke up again, he saw the moonlit sky and the soft soil beneath him.

"Awake?"

Pooh sat up slowly, nodding his head.

Song Yinan didn't speak, his side face looked particularly three-dimensional in the light of the bonfire.

Song Yinan can act as if nothing has happened, but Pooh cannot.

She kept staring at the side of his face, her eyes full of hesitation.

Song Yinan turned his head, and his wet black hair was properly attached to the sides of his face, softening his originally handsome appearance.

"Something?"

Perhaps Song Yinan's current temperament gave her confidence, she paused for a moment and asked word by word: "I want to ask you a question." ”

"Say."

"Song Yinan, what is the intimate relationship that a slave and a master should establish?"

Song Yinan glanced at her, turned his head and continued to bake his T-shirt. "I saved your life just now, and I didn't let you die in the river, doesn't it count?"

There was a gleam in Pooh's eyes, and it was hard to look at it at that moment.

"Then Song Yinan, I am close to you, is it because you are my slave that I get along with you easily?"

Song Yinan's dark eyes met her, and he didn't know what she meant.

Pooh blinked, "Didn't you just say that there would be intimacy between slaves and masters?" Isn't that an expression of intimacy? ”

Song Yinan had to nod, "Count." ”

Pooh breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression became lighter.

You see, Mr. Charry is not right, looking at Song Yinan, the thousands of butterflies flying in her heart do not mean that she likes Song Yinan, just because Song Yinan is her slave, they should naturally establish an intimate relationship that is different from other people.

Intimacy is really a very pleasant four words.

She lifted the hem of her wet skirt and walked briskly to Song Yinan and sat down.

She propped her hands on her chin and shouted: Song Yinan.

Song Yinan turned his head.

Pooh's eyes were bright, the corners of her mouth were five degrees higher than usual, and her face was full of joy, you see, Pooh. Chesterton also had a slave with whom he had formed an intimate relationship.

She can talk to him at will, she can not always think about the so-called perfect etiquette, she can say to him when she is afraid, and she can call him when she is afraid.

She could look at him like a thousand butterflies had popped up in her heart.

Because, because.

Song Yinan was her slave.

It's the people who should have an intimate relationship.

"Song Yinan, in fact, when I was tied to my wrists and ankles just now, I was really scared, but my father said that the more scared I am, the more I have to pretend to be arrogant, and there is no fear in our Chesterton family dictionary."

"Your father didn't teach you how to deal with that situation?"

Pooh placed his hand on the orange flame side of the campfire, feeling his hand slowly warm up from the fire. "Didn't I kill him?"

"I think you should have done it prettierly."

Pooh raised his eyebrows slightly, and his silver eyes were stained with bright colors because of the rich emotional color, "I also thought I could do it beautifully, but in fact, my hands trembled badly at the end, this is the first time I have used the defense function of the star brain, and it looks like the effect is not bad." ”

Song Yinan held a branch in his hand and stirred the fire from time to time, and his dark eyes were covered with a warm orange under the firelight.

He arched his index finger slightly and pressed against the branch, as if unintentionally, he asked, "I've seen Mahler do it, but he didn't use the star brain." ”

Pooh seemed to be a little tired from his sitting posture, glanced at Song Yinan, and sat down in a different position following his appearance. "Rakif? He's a two-star samurai, of course it's different. ”

"You're not?"

"It's not something I'm supposed to learn." Pooh's tone went down, hiding the girl's full regret. "If I were a one-star samurai or a guide, I wouldn't be so embarrassed."

Song Yinan: "The status of samurai is very low, or is it that aristocratic women can't learn this?" ”

Pooh was in a happy mood, and he didn't feel that Song Yinan spoke more today than usual.

She propped her hands behind her back and raised her head slightly to look at the sky, "Of course nobles can learn, but that's not what I can do, although the people of Artirance are proud to be warriors or guides." ”

"Why?"

Pooh withdrew her gaze and landed on him, her silver eyes covered with a misty light that obscured her original thoughts. "Because I'm Pooh. Chesterton, so no. ”

Pooh's emotions quickly reined and he was delighted, "Is it almost dawn?" ”

When I looked up, I saw the orange-white light slowly dyeing on the edge of the sky.

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Pooh didn't realize it was at all? (°?‵?′??) Kiss, life and death, I don't remember anything.