Mo Yifan walked over, looked at him with disgust, and threw his hand out of the window, Yun Yige twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at him speechlessly, you can't throw it out from the door?

When you come in, you come in through the window, and you throw people through the window, and you and I are a Doraemon pocket in this window!

Well? What is an Emon pocket? Mo Yifan said that he didn't understand this word, Yun Yige helped his forehead and didn't know what to say, Yun Chenglin sent a killer to kill you?

Why? Mo Yifan looked at her, why else, blocking his daughter's future and killing them all.

Yun Yige sat down and poured himself a glass of water to drink, what about the two girls I gave you? Mo Yifan came in just now and saw that she was only one person, so she went to sleep, I don't like to let people keep vigil, so the killer is coming, you can deal with it yourself?

Mo Yifan stared at her, what are you doing? I can do it, I'm a... You stitch one by one, come one by one to kill one, come to kill one by one, right!

Mo Yifan's voice was a little angry, Yun Yige was stunned and glanced at him, are you okay? Mo Yifan was stunned, he didn't know why, he originally came to tell her about the good show in a few days, but he saw her scuffling with the killer, at that time he instinctively wanted to make a move, but he didn't go when he saw her prick him, he didn't know that moment... When I saw her in danger... There was a trace of nervousness in his heart, hearing that Yun Chenglin had sent a killer to kill her, he actually had an urge to kill Yun Chenglin, and he was a little distressed... Are you okay, Yun Yige raised his hand, Mo Yiyi looked back at her and said: No matter what time in the future, you must take those two girls with you, looked at the silver needle on her waist and said: In a few days, I will ask someone to give you a weapon that you carry with you, the silver needle is okay, if it is hard, you can only be slaughtered.

Don't you know how to use medicine, it's okay to get more poison for self-defense, just throw it away, and if Yun Chenglin poisons you again, if you are afraid of the world's infamy of killing your father, this king will kill him, anyway, he has done all kinds of Dali Temple where there are many archives, if anyone bullies you, you will return it ruthlessly, next time you meet an opponent stronger than this, if you can't win, don't run stupidly and stand against it, no matter what trouble you have, this king will bear it!

Yun Yige looked at him stunned, how long has it been, no one has told me these words, in his previous life, he was alone except for the master, and then the master died and no one cared about him like this, in this other world, he was the second, to be honest, she also felt pain when she saw her biological father poisoning her, although she was not her biological father, but in her previous life, she did not experience the warmth and love of her parents, so she also longed to be loved by her father, but this father wanted to die by himself, but... He, a respected and admired Nine Emperor Princes of the God of War, would say such things to me, and a trace of warmth and warmth seemed to rush into a cold place in his heart. Heartbeat, she is not a cold person, although she will not be soft on the enemy, but she cares about the people she cares about in her heart, protect, after this man saved his life from himself, he is behind her, and he is in danger ... Yun Yige came back to his senses and looked at him, revealing the expression that a thirteen-year-old child should have, his voice was soft, with a hint of nasalness, and said seriously: Okay, I know what you said.

Mo Yifan held his palm-sized face with both hands, his eyes were red, like a little rabbit, he told her gently and seriously: Yun Yige, you don't have to pretend to be strong in front of me, thank you for saving my life, and thank you for letting me meet you, from now on, if there is an enemy, we will take revenge, and if we are angry, we will go out to the enemy, if there is something to tell me, don't hold it in your heart, Yun Chenglin's debt to you, we will ask him for it back one by one.

Yun Yige didn't know what she looked like at this time, she only knew that something was flowing from the corner of her eyes, out of control, Mo Yifan looked at the little girl crying distressedly, she was distressed, the hot tears fell on the back of his hand, and it hurt so much that his heart also twitched and throbbed, Mo Yifan held her in his arms, and gently patted her back, although it was not appropriate for a lonely man and a widow to be in the same room, but in Mo Yifan's eyes, Yun Yige was a thirteen-year-old child, he wanted to protect her to grow up, and he wanted to put her in his heart. I can't let her suffer a little grievance, because she has suffered too much...... Yun Yige grabbed Mo Yifan's collar tightly and whimpered and cried, crying very quietly, like a little beast, crying was itchy and distressing.

In Yun Yige's heart, she also longs for the care of others, but she wants to kill her one by one, and Mo Yifan at this time is her straw, she can only hold on tightly, and never want to let go...