Is he ruthless?

Mo Qingchen frowned, stared straight at the back of Su Yitong's head, and said after a while: "If you don't suffer from others, how can you know that others are evil?" Su Yitong, I'm not you, not as broad-minded as you. I only know that I am the prince of the dead country, and I have never had to make a choice about many things, whether it is to restore the country or a commoner, I can't help myself. ”

Sure enough, it was him, you guessed it!

His eyes rolled slightly, and Su Yitong pushed the big knife on his neck as he spoke, and mocked: "Can't help yourself? Mo Qingchen, don't talk about yourself as if you are pitiful. What else do you say involuntarily, cut! If you can't help yourself, you can treat human life as a mustard? In the end, it's not for your own selfishness. Let me tell you, if you are willing to do whatever it takes to achieve your goals, even if you become an emperor in the future, you may not be a good emperor. I advise you, it's better to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. ”

As soon as he talked about this, Su Yitong chattered endlessly. The faces of the people who were waiting on the side changed and changed.

"Put down the butcher knife? Become a Buddha on the ground? Raising his eyebrows, Mo Qingchen smiled and said, "Aren't you joking with this palace again?" It is you who say that this palace is guilty, and it is you who made this palace put down the butcher's knife. The blade pressed against her neck again, his voice still dry and old. What should I do, Bengong wants to be both a good person and a bad person, but I think about it, um......" frowned, he thought: "Bengong still thinks it's better to be a bad guy." ”

"Bad guys are good." Seeing that another cut was made on his neck, Su Yitong hurriedly clapped his hands and said flatteringly: "I won't tell you, in fact, I also want to be a bad guy." How good it is to be a bad guy, you can kill without blinking, and you don't have to be afraid not to chew the root of your tongue. What's more important is that the villains are all handsome,"

After speaking, she slowly turned her head, met Mo Qingchen's inquiring gaze, and immediately changed to a bright smile and smiled: "Why don't I mess with you in the future, you take me to become bad, and I will give you the throne, how about it?" ”

Hearing her words, the corners of Mo Qingchen's eyes couldn't help twitching fiercely. If the throne could be obtained so easily, what else would he bother to do? Just follow her every day.

Thinking of this, he coughed lightly twice in embarrassment, and threatened, "Shut up." ”

"Oh." Su Yitong was so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth, shrugged his head, as if he was in the last dying struggle, and said, "What I said is true, do you want to think about it again?" ”

The emperor really bothered about it, she still wanted to live a few more years, and she didn't want to go into the ground at a young age.

Thinking so, she said it. "And, you see, when the emperor doesn't even have a freedom, although he is above 10,000 people, he is actually quite lonely, and he has to guard against this or that all day long, you say, a smart and handsome and chic beautiful man like me, should he be free from heaven and earth?"

Loose in the world? Brilliant and clever? Handsome and dashing? Who gave her the courage and such a confident perception?

The corners of his mouth twitched almost inexplicably, and he said to her heart: "Don't say it, this king knows that you want to delay time, but ......" hooked his lips, he leaned over and blew on her ear gently. "You must die tonight." ”

said that it was too late, and then it was too fast, but I saw the big knife in his hand raised, and a knife light with an eerie cold aura suddenly slashed straight at Su Yitong's neck.

"Ah...... Help me! ”

Su Yitong's body stiffened suddenly, so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes and hurriedly shouted for help.

The sound of the blade breaking through the wind sounded in her ears, and the compelling coercion rolled her sleeve robe to hunt and agitate in the wind, Su Yitong only felt that her head suddenly loosened, as if something had fallen, and then her black hair spread out one by one like a waterfall.

The wind rose, and her black hair was like a waterfall, dancing lightly. The knife paused for a moment when it was inches from her head, but only for a moment. The knife continued to slash at her head.

For a moment, Su Yitong felt that she was really going to die, and her brain was blank due to excessive panic, almost making her unable to breathe, as if a soul envoy from hell was standing beside her waiting for the moment of her death, her eyes were round and there was no light.

However, at this critical moment, only the sound of a "bell" was heard, and the crisp sound of a hard object hitting a sword was particularly pleasant in this quiet alley. Su Yitong looked up in amazement, her dead eyes gradually turned to normal, she looked at the ink-colored figure that fell from the sky in a daze, her lips moved, and she moved, and suddenly "wow", crying.

The big knife was hit to one side by the stone that appeared in the sky, and when Feng Feiyi saw this, he hurriedly shouted: "What are you still stunned about!" ”

Su Yitong knew what he meant, at that moment, her slender and thin body squatted down dexterously, and when Mo Qingchen reached out and grabbed the back of her clothes, she rolled to the ground, and then quickly stood up, wiped her tears while crying, and rushed towards the wind wings.

Maybe he was really scared, Su Yitong, who has never been afraid of heaven and earth, couldn't stop crying like a three-year-old child.

"Why did you come, do you know that I almost died just now."

Feng Feiyi stretched out his arms to take her into his arms with a worried face, and just wanted to open his mouth to reprimand her, but after hearing her words, somehow, his heart seemed to be suddenly stuffed with cotton, warm and a little sweet.

His throat moved, he couldn't bear to hug her tightly, his big hand touched the back of her head, pressed her little head into his arms, and let her rub a handful of snot and tears on her body.

The crying continued, Feng Feiyi patted her back helplessly, and coaxed softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, it's okay." ”

A simple sentence was like a reassuring pill, and as soon as his words fell, Su Yitong's cry really decreased. He hooked his lips almost undetectably, and blamed himself, "I'm sorry, I should have gone faster." ”

In fact, when Yun Jue took him away, he was already seriously ill and unconscious. If it weren't for Yun Jue knowing that the situation was serious tonight, and risking the backlash to transport internal force for him to awaken the tendons and veins in his body that were frozen by the cold air, he might not have woken up by now.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart.

Almost, just a little, if he comes a little later, the person in his arms is afraid that he will die.

His arms tightened hard, and he blamed himself in fear, "I'm sorry. ”

His eyes suddenly condensed, and at this moment, he looked like a jade-faced Shura from hell, cold and terrifying. It is like a flood beast that may erupt at any time in the dark night, murderous for a moment, gentle and delicate for a moment, intertwined with each other, lingering, obviously twisted to the extreme, but people can't find the slightest fault.

In the middle of the night, two men hugged each other tightly, one crying, the other coaxing, this scene, no matter how you look at it, it's a bit ......

Mo Qingchen looked at it for a while, and he didn't feel a little dazzling and withdrew his gaze, threw the knife on the ground with a "bang", and then stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the two people who were hugging each other, and sneered: "I have long heard that the regent has a habit of breaking sleeves, and at first the palace didn't believe it, but I didn't expect it to be true." ”

Quietly glanced at the petite figure lying in Feng Feiyi's arms, and somehow, Mo Qingchen suddenly felt upset for no reason.

Damn it, he almost killed her.

"So what?" Feng Feiyi looked at it coldly, and said indifferently: "Whether it is the habit of breaking sleeves, or the joy of men and women, as long as that person is her, this king is as happy as she is." ”

As soon as he said this, the body of the man who was choking in his arms suddenly trembled.

He looked down, only to see her black hair spread out.

As long as that person is her!

The expression on his face immediately froze, Mo Qingchen lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "It seems that the layout of this palace tonight is destined to be in vain," After speaking, he threw off his sleeve robe and shouted coldly: "Let's go." ”

"Mo Qingchen." At the moment when Mo Qingchen turned around, Feng Feiyi suddenly spoke, and said word by word: "This king warns you for the last time, whether you want the world of the Su family or just want revenge, if you dare to touch her again, I will let your years of hard work go to waste." As if he was afraid that the other party would not buy his account, he accentuated his tone and threatened: "If you don't believe it, you can try." ”

"What if I move?" Mo Qingchen turned around, looked at him with a smile, and said, "What can you do to me?" ”

"Then let's try." Feng Feiyi raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, okay." Mo Qingchen suddenly laughed out loud, but the laughter was still dry and jerky, sharp and harsh, which made people can't help but feel cold in their hearts.

After a while, the laughter finally stopped, and I saw him raise his eyes and stare at Su Yitong in Feng Feiyi's arms with burning eyes, and said without wavering: "Then the regent has to put her away, after all, there are still three days to go from here to Luoyi, and we have a long way to go." ”

With that, he turned around, lifted his steps, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Su Yitong poked out half of his head from Feng Feiyi's arms, opened his red and swollen eyes, pouted his small mouth, and said in a soft voice: "Feng Feiyi, I'm sleepy." ”

Her voice is delicate, perhaps because her voice is not yet complete, her crying, the roughness that she deliberately disguised in the past is gone, and her voice also has a little bit of softness that is rare in her daughter's family, which falls in her ears, and it makes people itch for no reason.

"Let's go back."

A kiss fell lightly on her forehead, and he hugged her horizontally and whispered, "Be awake, don't sleep yet." ”

"Well," in a hazy way, Su Yitong subconsciously reached out to hook his neck, buried his head in his chest, rubbed it like a kitten tickling, and whispered in a low voice: "Feng Feiyi, I'm afraid." ”

"I know." Feng Feiyi flew up with her in his arms, his toes skimming the eaves, and in a moment, he was out of the city.

The night is like ink.

Feng Feiyi carried Su Yitong all the way and came to a hot spring in the nearby mountains. He lowered his eyes and looked at Su Yitong, who was already asleep in his arms, and called softly: "Ah Tong." ”

Ah Tong!

His soft call seemed to contain infinite affection, gentleness, and seduction.