Bai Zixiao's indifferent voice seemed to have the magic of calming people's hearts, bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by bit, dispelling the original uneasiness and apprehension in Hua Qingmo's heart.

The force in her hand lightened, she unconsciously lowered her head, looking at the red marks on Bai Zixiao's palm because of her own force, and her eyes slowly drooped.

She always remembered that Bai Zixiao's every word, every word, even every smile, and every look back were deeply engraved in her heart and could not be forgotten. From the beginning to the present, I have experienced thousands of days and nights, but it has become more and more profound and clear.

But the clearer those clips about Bai Zixiao, the more she wants to work hard.

It's ridiculous to say, for the sake of the man you like, you want to be better. But, this is the only reason for her to go up except to live.

For Bai Zixiao, she wants to go higher.

"Tonight, can Mo'er ......" Hua Qingmo raised her head, her eyes staring at Bai Zixiao, her expression was calm and quiet, like the surface of the water. But the water froze, and there was a kind of ice in her eyes.

She didn't finish her words, but Bai Zixiao knew what she was going to do.

"The main thing is that the governor will not allow it, what will you do Mo'er?" Bai Zixiao asked Hua Qingmo indifferently, but the smile on the corner of her lips was unchanging, undefeated and bewitching. It's like a blood-red rose solidified in resin, and from that moment on, year after year, there is no change.

Bai Zixiao's words sounded ambiguous, but Hua Qingmo felt it. He is supportive of himself, and in this way, it is very likely that he wants to see if he is the same as always, only listening to him, or growing up and knowing to resist him.

In fact, Bai Zixiao looks at herself, many times like a child.

I don't want to get out of the care of my palm, but I can't wait to see her grow.

"Then wait for nine thousand years old, and then sneak out." Hua Qingmo hugged Bai Zixiao's neck and buried her face in his chest. The qiē in front of her was obscured by darkness, and she couldn't see anything, but she could feel his steady and calm heartbeat.

"Can you?"

Hua Qingmo spoke again, and her voice was much softer than just now.

"It's good to know that you do it, and I like you to be so undependent on me. But you still don't understand what this Dore means. Bai Zixiao stretched out her hand to attach it to Hua Qingmo's hair, and her indifferent voice was mixed with an indescribable strange charm.

Hearing Bai Zixiao's words, Hua Qingmo wanted to raise her head, but at this time, Bai Zixiao suddenly increased her strength and pressed her face tightly on her chest.

It seems that he wants to make Hua Qingmo unable to breathe, and Bai Zixiao's strength is extremely heavy. At this time, Hua Qingmo didn't struggle too much, just grabbed Bai Zixiao's clothes and pressed her fingers hard.

"Actually, I really want to keep not letting go." The force in Bai Zixiao's hand became lighter, and his fingertips lightly picked up a strand of Hua Qingmo's hair, put it on his lips and kissed it.

Hearing Bai Zixiao's words just now, Hua Qingmo was a little surprised, she exhaled deeply and then looked up, the first thing she saw was Bai Zixiao's thin and graceful chin, and the dark blood that appeared in the white jade-like skin around his neck. It seems that his skin is too fair, and the intricate bloodlines look particularly weird and evil.

"The Lord always thinks that there is no one in this world that I can't do it." But just now, when he wanted to test whether he could kill Hua Qingmo. Reason and body, like two people who are opposites, did not hesitate to go to the extremes of opposites.

He said that he would spoil her, would not fail her, and naturally would not kill her. But just now, he suddenly had an idea, he wanted to see if he could kill Hua Qingmo with his own hands now?

Bai Zixiao has always been very clear about what kind of storage Hua Qingmo is to herself. It has been hovering in his heart, like a vine, rooting, growing, crawling, meandering. Let the unchanging, eternal, steel-like thing slowly, finely, and penny-by-minute cracks.

But these cracks, he had never thought were insignificant.

The Hua Qingmo who would rather die than accept another man, the Hua Qingmo who was in pain because of his fake death on the edge of the cliff, the Hua Qingmo who knew that he had killed countless people and committed countless crimes, but still stayed by his side and hugged him hard.

So many insignificant things added together, so that when he was preparing to kill him, somewhere in his heart, suddenly softened. A thought that he had never had before, in his heart, in his mind, was imprinted incomparably profoundly-there is only one flower in the world.

The world likes the new and hates the old, and he is even more so, he originally liked very important things, and maybe in the next moment, they will be thrown away like garbage. Just like he likes Mo Cui, cherries, and vermilion like blood, for these things, he will give up them, and he will soon find other alternatives. But Hua Qingmo gave up, and there is no substitute in this world.

It seems that the preparation he has been making is not because of his temporary interest. What he wanted to do for Hua Qingmo was voluntary.

"Mo'er, do you know why you are a monarch who lives above the temple and a soldier who is in the bloody battlefield?" The strand of hair in Bai Zixiao's hand slid down like a fallen leaf, and his hand slowly attached to Hua Qingmo's hair.

The coolness of his hair was similar to the temperature of his fingertips, and at this time, his hand moved down again, landing on Hua Qingmo's waist, and then tightened bit by bit.

"Does this have anything to do with Mo'er's desire to deal with the court in person at night, and Zi Xiao's desire to attack Mo'er just now?" Hua Qingmo raised her head, her eyes staring at Bai Zixiao without a trace of gloomy. She thought that Bai Zixiao would let herself go and do this by herself at will, just like parents seeing their children grow up.

However, Bai Zixiao today is different from him a few months ago, really different.

Compared with the beginning, she couldn't see through him even more.

"This overlord just wants to tell you that you are not fit to kill the enemy on the battlefield." The corners of the white purple flute lips are lightly picked, like a blood-colored stamen blooming with a few bewitching flower colors, beautiful and evil. "The Lord knows that you want to be higher, but it is enough to have generals on the battlefield, and your involvement will not make the generals win without a fight. Rest assured, after this, the Doge will give you a chance. ”

"As for what I did to you just now, it's just that the Overlord suddenly wants to play such a game."

After Bai Zixiao finished speaking, he suddenly got down from the chaise longue and hugged Hua Qingmo horizontally. This action startled her, and her hand habitually hugged Bai Zixiao's neck.

Walking to the innermost part of the tent, Bai Zixiao put Hua Qingmo on the couch and stretched out his hand to untie the clothes he was wearing.

Seeing him act like this, Hua Qingmo couldn't help but look outside. The afterglow of dusk shines into the traditional camp tent, and a piece of light and shadow is alienated, obscure, like in the early morning mountain forest with misty clouds.

Then, she looked at Bai Zixiao again, and all she could see was his face getting closer and closer.

At this time, Hua Qingmo suddenly realized that this was what Bai Zixiao wanted to tell him, and he had to be busy with other things.

Following.

Before dawn, Hua Qingmo woke up. Since there was no lamp in the tent yesterday, now she can only rely on the light light of the night pearl around her, and the light of the fire outside the tent that has not fallen all night.

Last night, they were newlywed.

But outside, it's hell on earth.

When she was tired and fell asleep, she could still hear the sound of war drums beating constantly outside and the sound of soldiers killing the enemy, as if with a tearing and painful sound.

Getting up slightly, with the clear light of the night pearl, Hua Qingmo looked at the white purple flute sleeping next to her. His eyes were lightly closed, and he fell asleep peacefully, and a wicked smile condensed on his bright red lips, which seemed to be pretending to sleep.

At that time last night, Rao was anyone, and he was afraid that he would be worried and nervous, and even if he was calm, he would definitely not be distracted by other things. And he is good, grinding with his ears and temples, happy and happy, and he is really wanton.

Quietly got up, Hua Qingmo got dressed, straightened her appearance, and walked out of the camp.

At this moment, there are no more war drums and the sound of fighting, and the sneak attack of the imperial court is bound to be defeated.

The vicinity of Hua Qingmo's camp tent is the same as before, there is no change, and the sneak attack of the imperial court has not touched here. But also, there have always been Ouchi agents and brocade guards alternately guarding this area, and ordinary soldiers can't get close at all.

Walking to the other part of the camp, although there were no corpses all over the field as Hua Qingmo imagined, the remaining blood stains on the ground had already told her what happened here last night.

The soldiers guarding the surrounding area were the same as before, only the blood on the ground was completely different from yesterday.

While walking, Hua Qingmo saw Situ Xin and a group of soldiers standing not far away, and immediately walked over.

"I've seen Madame." Situ Xin and the soldiers knelt down and saluted, although their voices were respectful, but there was a trace of tiredness, thinking that last night's fierce battle was even tiring for them.

"No need to be polite." After Hua Qingmo's voice fell, Situ Xin and the others stood up. At this time, Hua Qingmo looked at Situ Xin, and said softly: "Lord Liang, the remains of the soldiers are bothering you to send someone to bury them." ”

Hearing Hua Qingmo's words, Situ Xin nodded, and a faint smile appeared on his gentle and calm face: "Madame, don't worry!" Nine thousand years old had already ordered yesterday that all the soldiers under his subordinates and the soldiers of the imperial court would be buried along the Ganges. ”

"Zi Xiao ordered?" Situ Xin's words made Hua Qingmo a little surprised, she really didn't expect Bai Zixiao to tell Situ Xin to do such a thing.

It feels like he's really changed, a little more humane than before, and he doesn't seem to be as cheap about human life as he used to be.

"Madame looked incredulous." Situ Xin smiled lightly at Hua Qingmo's surprised tone. He nodded, his eyes looking into the distance, and there seemed to be a touch of trance in his expression. "Actually, the subordinates are the same as the lady. To this day, his subordinates still felt as if they had misheard the nine thousand years old's orders. ”