Aomine's hand landed on his knee.

He looked down at Zhan Xiaochu for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally got up.

The young man holding his leg grunted and changed to a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

Aomine grimaced and looked at the dark night sky.

With broad shoulders and a straight back, it is like a mountain, standing beneath the vast night sky.

……

When Li Mo stepped into the tent, he saw Ning Yu leaning on the head of the bed, his feet dangling from the edge of the bed, his hair scattered, his eyes closed, and the black jade flute in his hand, his voice whining.

The light emitted by the candlestick was faint.

With the occasional wind drifting in, swaying gently.

The woman beside the bed was dressed in white, and her face was snow-white and transparent, like the essence of a painting.

Ning Yu's five senses were keen, and she noticed it when Li Mo first came in, but she didn't bother to care.

She played the flute with her eyes closed.

She doesn't really know how to play the flute.

She had only studied the piano for a while, only after she had been injured in the hunting field and fell ill with a cough. At that time, she couldn't work hard, she couldn't work, so she learned to play the piano to pass the time.

Later, Zhao Ping also encircled her in his arms and taught her to play the flute by hand. But the beauty is in her arms, and she doesn't have the heart to learn this......

Now, no one takes her in their arms anymore and says, "This is wrong, that's wrong......

Li Mo walked up to her and paused.

He had seen this flute in Zhao Qing'an, the sound of the flute, he had heard it several times, on the night of the wedding, the sound of the flute sounded outside his happy room all night.

This is the flute.

She listened to the sound of the flute and fell asleep peacefully.

Li Mo is also proficient in music, and I have to say that the man plays the flute very well.

"What are you bragging about?" Li Mo asked.

Ning Yu closed his eyes, his fingers rose and fell on the flute, and the flute whined.

Li Mo grabbed the flute.

The woman, whose eyes had been closed, opened her eyes, and a calm and cold gaze fell on his face.

The two grabbed the flute and stalemate.

After a while, Li Mo leaned over slightly, and recited in a low voice: "There are female companions, Yan Ru Shunying, will soar, and Peiyu will general." Bimei Meng Jiang, Deyin does not forget. ”

"From the Book of Poetry, Zheng Feng, there is a lesbian car."

Ning Yu looked at him quietly and blinked, his eyes brightened.

She looked away at the faint candlestick and said, "What are you doing?" ”

"I'm coming to see you."

Li Mo sat down on the edge of the bed, and the two were side by side.

Ning Yu did not show rejection, the corners of Li Mo's lips hooked slightly, and he smiled.

Ning Yu leaned on the head of the bed, looking at him calmly and smiling.

Seeing Ning Yu looking over, Li Mo did not restrain himself, he looked at Ning Yu, the corners of his mouth were still curved, and he smiled very good.

Ning Yu grabbed the hand of the jade flute, with a slight force.

Li Mo felt her strength and let go of the flute. It's just a flute, and he doesn't care about a dead man.

Ning Yu took the flute back and did not withdraw his gaze. She looked at him for a long time and said, "Zhao Qing'an is dead, you are very happy." ”

Li Mo did not hide his happiness.

"Yes, Zhao Qing'an is dead, you can see me in your eyes, how can I be unhappy?"

Ning Yu's eyes were cold, the fingers of his left hand rubbed the bracelet on the bowl of his right hand, and his voice was faint: "So, you will kill him." ”

Li Mo's smile paused slightly, "Do you think I killed him?" ”

Ning Yu's finger on the bracelet paused, and his gaze was still cold and calm: "If it's not you, who else will it be?" ”

"The only person who wants him to die the most is you."

"Yes, I'm the only one who wants him to die the most, but I haven't had time to do it yet."

Li Mo looked at Ning Yu, his eyes gradually fell deep and silent, and it seemed that the joy in his eyes was extinguished.

The bottom of the eyes is gloomy and gloomy, like a deep pool. Lele Literature

"Why don't I wait until I take Dayan and then kill him, wouldn't that be better?"

Ning Yu was silent for a while.

She looked at Li Mo quietly, as if she was distinguishing what Li Mo said, there were a few true and a few false.

Eventually, she let go of her fingers holding the bracelet.

Yes, as he said, wouldn't it be better for him to kill Zhao Ping and wait until he took down Dayan? Even though she wanted to pull her hand halfway, he didn't know.

He was ambitious, but she thought he didn't want a devastated world.

But if it's not him, who else can it be?

Ning Yu couldn't help but have a sentence in his mind - Chu Yi said that the world was going to collapse, and Daddy took advantage of the situation and added fuel to the fire, accelerating the collapse of the world.

Yes, the person who wants to stir up the world's porridge even more is always Daddy.

So, did Daddy kill Zhao Ping?

Ning Yu's intuition brain buzzed.

She was cold all over, her body was shaking, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Tears flowed into the mouth, salty and astringent.

Yes, the battle of Jiaming Valley has his handwriting, and if he repeats it again, why not?

She had already attacked Zhao Ping, but she didn't have the idea to guard against it......

She is to blame.

However, why do you want to harm Zhao Ping!

Ning Yu suddenly planted forward, Li Mo was startled, and hurriedly went to help her, but she spit out a mouthful of blood all over her face.

The two fell and fell to the ground.

Li Mo cushioned underneath and protected Ning Yu.

When the two of them landed, the sound they made naturally would not be hidden from the crowd outside.

Mu Zuo and the others glanced at each other and immediately stepped in.

Aomine was about to take a step, but he almost tripped over. He bent down and forcefully pulled away the hands holding his legs, pushed Zhan Xiaochu away, and ran straight forward with his legs.

Zhan Xiaochu was stumbled, and naturally came to his senses, but saw that there was no one at the door.

He touched the back of his head and was stunned, then turned over and jumped up and rushed into the tent.

The tent was full of people.

Zhan Xiaochu pushed people away and rushed to the front.

But I saw that the two of them were covered with blood on their faces.

Zhan Xiaochu was taken aback, when did this bastard come! How did he not know at all?!

At this moment, Zhan Xiaochu didn't have time to think about when this person came, he shouted: "You dare to assassinate Wang Ji!" ”

was about to rush over, but was held down by Qingfeng.

Zhan Xiaochu was furious: "Bastard thing! Let go of your daddy!! ”

Where will Aomine let him go?

He had a wooden face, holding Zhan Xiaochu's hand very steadily: "Why are you letting go." "Are you going to kill Your Highness?

He's not stupid.

The two fought together again for a while.

Mu Zuo had already strode in front of the two.

He bent down and picked up Ning Yu from Li Mo.

The woman is fluttering and feather-like.

He put Ning Yu on the bed, he couldn't care about Li Mo, and he didn't care about the defense of men and women, so he had to check whether Ning Yu had any wounds on his body.

Li Mo stood up on the ground.

As soon as they came together, they saw Mu Zola Ningyu's collar.

He didn't care about the wounds on his body that had burst out, stepped in front of the bed, blocked in front of Mu Zuo, and said in a deep voice: "She has no external injuries, she vomited blood." ”

Mu Zuo's gaze fell on Li Mo's face, looked at him for a few seconds, took a step back, and arched his hand: "Please ask Your Highness to send the imperial doctor to diagnose Wang Ji." ”

Li Mo pressed his chest and looked at Qingfeng.

Qingfeng was still making a move with Zhan Xiaochu, and when he received Li Mo's eyes, he shook his fist, withdrew from Zhan Xiaochu's encirclement and interception, and walked out.