Song Zhaosu brushed aside the grass with his hand, and his round cat's eyes were like Tongling, shooting out as shrewdness as lightning.

His eyes were aimed at the back of Si Yu's head, and his wrist exerted a slight force, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to stab the dagger over to a surprise and fatal blow.

Unfortunately, she stared in the direction and didn't notice that there was a wild cat sleeping beside her, and her foot accidentally stepped on the cat's tail.

The wild cat "shook the tiger's body", and the fried hair let out a terrifying "meow! "Sound!

It was like a thunderclap on the ground.

The wild cat leaped into the air, and your green panicked pupils stared at the fighting camp not far away, and headed towards them like crazy.

The guards shuddered at the sharp meow of the cat, and before they could react, the wild cat rushed to them and took the lead in scratching the face of the guard.

"Ahh The head guard screamed, and there was a bloody claw mark on his face.

The hot pain made him cover his face and jump, but the wild cat was even more frightened and jumped up and down more and more frantically, even with the other guards!

"Ahhh

One after another screams rang out, and the guards were still in the mood to clean up Si Yu and crawl away from here.

Song Zhao, "......"

Good guys, I'm good guys!

The girl watched the dramatic scene with a blank stunt.

Si Yu still stood upright, the sudden wind blowing up the remnants of the leaves, and his inky clothes hunting, outlining the rampant and wanton arc.

The young man's eyes looked at him deeply, and his peach blossom eyes were dark and deep, landing on the dagger that Song Zhao had raised high above him.

The assassination attempt failed.

Song Zhao put down his hand like lightning, and walked out with a surprised expression in disguise, "Si Yu, are you okay?" ”

A trace of unknown emotion flashed on Si Yu's face, and his lips pursed, "You made the wild cat." ”

Song Zhao nodded with a complicated expression, "...... Sort of. ”

On the surface, the clouds are light and the wind is light, but in fact, the bitter wine enters the throat and hurts the heart.

What a good chance of assassination, it's gone.

Si Yu's mood was even more complicated, he originally thought that Song Zhao was maliciously tricking him, but he didn't expect her to really help him.

It can be seen that Song Zhao really has no intention of harming him.

Seeing that she is holding a dagger in her hand, she must want to help him get those subordinates, right?

This little girl is a small group, and she looks like a bully, and she dares to use a knife for him.

Si Yu tilted his head slightly, and the sunlight fell from the side, projecting on his deep and cold facial features, like illuminating a pool of stars.

The face that has always been gloomy is faintly revealing a bit of elegance at this time, "Why help me?" ”

He knows that no one in this world will be good to him for no reason.

He has nothing, what is worth helping the second girl of the Song family?

Does she like him?

This thought flashed, and an indescribable feeling suddenly surged in Si Yu's heart.

Song Zhao's mood at this time couldn't be calmed down at all, avoiding Si Yu's eyes, and replied with great bitterness, "Because, because I think you are a good person." ”

Facing the little girl's delicate and soft gaze, Si Yu's heart trembled.

Ignoring the inexplicable strange emotions in my heart, my eyebrows were full of surprises.

He knew that with his current identity, how could Song Zhao, who was above the top, be able to look at it.

It's nothing more than a whim, out of sympathy, to help him.

The boy licked the tip of his teeth, and his thin lips seemed to be soaked in blood, "Then you may be disappointed." ”

He's not a good guy.

Song Zhao stretched out his hand at him, "Give me back the hairpin." ”

Si Yu looked at her, "I have a lot of pain in my body, you come closer." ”

Song Zhao stepped forward obediently.

Si Yu put the hairpin in her hand, and then quickly reached over her wrist and pinched her porcelain white cheek fiercely.

"Release, presumptuous!"

Song Zhao inhaled painfully, and his cat eyes were full of shock.

This person is still a poor little down, so dare to pinch her?

"Little girl, are you angry?" Si Yu pulled his lips idly, and the anger in his eyes had dissipated a lot, but his demeanor was still like a big guy who was not easy to mess with.

As he spoke, he poked Song Zhao's other cheek with his finger.

Soft cheeks, poke a nest.

A low smile overflowed from the boy's throat, making him look more and more careless, giving people a very aggressive feeling.

"Why don't you poke it back?"

Song Zhao rubbed his face and withdrew his eyes angrily.

She has that heart, but not that guts!

She didn't want to deal with the little pervert anymore, so she turned around and left in a huff.