In addition, Murong Xingcheng has been apologizing, and he can't blame her anymore.

"The girl can relax, this is not the wooden house where the girl lived before, there are traps and formations set up around here, and it is not so easy for ordinary people to get in." As he spoke, Xiao Bo wanted to straighten out his clothes.

There was a lot of porridge on his clothes, sticky, and Xiao Bo didn't know what to do for a while.

Murong Xingcheng hurriedly brought a handkerchief and wiped it for Xiao Bo: "Traps and formations? But I've been here for a few days, and I haven't seen any formations or anything like that. ”

Xiao Bo took the handkerchief and said, "That's because the son is ......."

"Shaw." Xiao Lingnuo's appearance interrupted what Xiao Bo was about to say next.

"Childe." Xiao Bo hurriedly got up, put the veil aside, and saluted Xiao Lingnuo.

"What's going on?" Xiao Lingnuo looked at the broken teapot on the ground, as well as the porridge and steamed bun dishes scattered on the ground.

Look at Xiao Bo again, his clothes are dirty and wrinkled, his hair is a little messy, and his forehead seems to be bulging with a big bag.

Xiao Bo glanced at Murong Xingcheng and found that she was standing aside tremblingly, not daring to breathe.

Suddenly remembered how dying she looked when she was first rescued.

That's it, this girl doesn't have a heart, and after so many days of getting along, he still likes Murong Xingcheng a lot.

He was deferential and amiable, and he was also quite polite to him, plus he often exchanged medical skills with Murong Xingcheng, which made him even more unbearable to let Xiao Lingnuo know the truth.

Because he knows the temperament of his son.

Xiao Bo chose to hide the truth for Murong Xingcheng: "The old man accidentally slipped and hit the door, knocking over the breakfast. ”

"Really?" Xiao Lingnuo said lightly, although he couldn't hear any emotion, it made people feel a sense of oppression.

Xiao Bo sank and said, "Yes." ”

He grew up serving Xiao Lingnuo since he was a child, and his son-in-law's personality became more and more indifferent.

I don't know if it's because he's getting old, or because his son grows older, he feels that Xiao Lingnuo is becoming more and more deterrent.

"You go down and change your clothes first." Xiao Lingnuo said.

"Okay." Xiao Bo waved his hand, and then left.

Originally, as soon as Xiao Lingnuo came, Murong Xingcheng felt weak, but now that Xiao Bo is gone, she is the only one left here, and Murong Xingcheng is even more empty-hearted.

She lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Xiao Lingnuo's eyes. His hands tugged at his clothes tightly, and he shrugged his shoulders.

Xiao Lingnuo glanced at Murong Xingcheng with disgust: "Do you usually dress like this when you come out to see a foreign man?" The tone was slightly unpleasant.

Murong Xingcheng paused: "What? She didn't react for a moment.

"With a disheveled head, disheveled clothes, and no shoes, you like to be seen so much, don't you?" Xiao Lingnuo said coldly. His gaze was as piercing as ice, and his body exuded anger.

Murong Xingcheng glanced down at himself, only to realize that he was not wearing shoes.

She just saw Xiao Bo fall through the screen, where could she care so much, and ran out directly wearing a coat.

Besides, isn't she quite neat when she's not dressed properly, except that she doesn't wear shoes.

"I'm not in a hurry to come out to help Uncle Xiao, besides, I've seen everything that the son should see and shouldn't see, and I'm not wearing clothes now, but I just don't wear shoes, how can you say so ugly." Murong Xingcheng pouted.

"You..." Xiao Lingnuo's hand behind his back was clenched, the blue tendons on his forehead under the mask flared up, and he couldn't wait to throw Murong Xingcheng into the deep mountains and old forests to feed the tigers.

He endured it and said, "I've seen it, but can Xiao Bo be the same?" ”

Murong Xingcheng tilted his head and said puzzledly: "Is there anything different?" Xiao Bo is still a healer, and my injuries are still healed by him. ”

Xiao Lingnuo was so angry that he walked towards Murong Xingcheng, pinched her small face with one hand, and shouted angrily: "Murong Xingcheng! ”

He was really mad at this woman, he had seen everything that should be seen and what should not be seen, and what was the difference between Xiao Bo and him.

Didn't she know that a woman's feet were not to be seen at will?

Murong Xingcheng was stunned by Xiao Lingnuo's sudden pinch, and she immediately tried to slap Xiao Lingnuo's hand away: "You hurt me." ”

But this man's hand is too strong, and she can't pull it away no matter how much she pulls it.

Murong Xingcheng glared at Xiao Lingnuo angrily, his eyes were clear and bright, and his cheeks were a little blushing because he was angry or pinched by Xiao Lingnuo.

The red lips pursed slightly, like a plum blossom in winter, red and moving, and people can't help but want to kiss it.

Xiao Lingnuo was afraid that if he didn't let go, he would not be able to suppress his inner thoughts.

As soon as he let go, Murong Xingcheng hurriedly took two steps back, for fear that Xiao Lingnuo would go crazy again.

There are a few more red marks on his fair cheeks, which shows how hard Xiao Lingnuo is doing.

Murong Xingcheng rubbed her cheeks gently, she felt that her face was about to be pinched and deformed, and she was sore.

This cold popsicle is not heavy every time, and every time it hurts her, it hurts her there.

Last time it was the waist, this time it was the face, and next time I don't know if I even lost my life.

If eyes could kill, Xiao Lingnuo didn't know how many times he had died.

"Get in there and get yourself in order." Xiao Lingnuo shook the knife to Murong Xingcheng, there was a rhythm that she would pinch to death if she didn't obey.

Murong Xingcheng shuddered, and then found out what he was coercing, and immediately his back was like a jade bamboo.

After Xiao Lingnuo walked out, Murong Xingcheng returned to the bedside to put on his shoes, washed, and curled his hair with a hairpin.

In the past, she could easily tie her hair, but today, somehow, no matter how she gets it, the hairpin will be loosened.

"Even you bullied me." Murong Xingcheng slapped the hairpin on the table with one hand, and it was gone.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, intending to clean up the spilled breakfast.

As soon as he squatted down, the green silk fell down.

"What are you doing, didn't you get yourself in order?" Xiao Lingnuo looked at the woman who was half-concealed by Qingsi.

Murong Xingcheng raised his eyes, and the skin on the side of his face was like snow, beautiful and moving.

Isn't this man gone? How did you come back again?

"I'll clean up this place."

"You don't need to do it, someone will naturally clean it up." Xiao Lingnuo pulled Murong Xingcheng up: "Let you clean up yourself, but you won't listen." ”

"I want to too, but the hairpin is against me, and I can't keep it unstable." Murong Xingcheng flicked the long hair that fell in front of him back.

The fragrance of nothingness immediately rushed in, and Xiao Lingnuo cursed in his heart.

He walked over to the dresser: "Come here, I'll help you." ”

Murong Xingcheng's eyes widened in shock: "You help me?" Will you? ”

Even she can simply tie her hair well, how can Xiao Lingnuo be a man?

"Why wouldn't I?" Xiao Lingnuo stared at Murong Xingcheng deadly, so frightened that she hurriedly walked over and sat down obediently.