After the child's time, Liu Qingyang picked up Mo Yao and returned to the inn.

At this time, the people in the inn rested, and Liu Qingyang easily crossed to the tree with a person in his arms, and then turned over and entered through the window of Mo Yao's room.

Closing the window, Liu Qingyang helped Mo Yao to lie on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and saw that her wound was bleeding again, so he re-medicated her and wrapped it in a clean cloth.

Liu raised his eyes and nose to care, and never looked at it much, his expression was very natural, but only he knew that his heart was beating violently, and it took a lot of effort to resist looking at the place that should not be seen.

After getting it done, Liu exhaled lightly, wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, sat on the couch next to the bed, supported his chin with one hand, and stared at the quiet sleeping face without blinking.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, his face suddenly sank, and his gaze staring at the woman became deeper, with a hint of doubt and inquiry.

"Who are you? Why do I feel familiar with you? Liu Qingyang muttered to herself, her eyes fell on her injured place, hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand as if to untie her clothes to check, reached out halfway and paused again, closed her eyes fiercely, and repeatedly told herself, don't look at indecent things, don't look at indecent things......

Suddenly, Liu Qingyang opened his eyes again, raised his lips and smiled: "Just look at a little bit, okay?" It's a big deal to let you see it back later. ”

When the words fell, she seemed to have made up her mind, Liu Qingyang stretched out her hand to untie her clothes, her heart was beating fast, and her eyes were mixed with anticipation and apprehension.

At this moment, the closed eyes suddenly opened, and the dark and bright pupils glared at him with a cold light.

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment, Liu Qingyang was weak and nervous, the hand stretched out to her chest paused for a moment, and then helped her tuck the quilt, and sneered: "That, cover you with a quilt, so as not to catch a cold." ”

Then he withdrew his hand, sat down in an orderly manner, looked at her with a little flattery, and a bright smile raised at the corner of his mouth: "You...... Does it still hurt? ”

Mo Miao stared at him for a long time, and Liu Qingyang, who was staring, became more and more uncomfortable, thinking that she was going to settle accounts, and was even ready to be scolded by her, but who knew that the other party just looked away lightly, stroked the wound, and sat up.

Liu Qingyang subconsciously wanted to reach out to help her, but was glared at by those cold eyes, and retracted his hand in a curt.

Alas, who hath made his heart weak? The injury was caused by oneself, and the person was also dizzy by himself, and now is the time to regain his favor, and he must not offend anyone again.

Mo Yao sat down with a little difficulty, put a pillow on his back, and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

Liu Qingyang smiled: "That, aren't you injured?" I don't feel at ease, stay and take care of it, and I'll leave when it's dawn. ”

Mo Miao ignored his hippie smile and deliberate flattery, and his attitude was colder than before: "I'm already awake, and I don't need you to take care of it, please leave." ”

Liu Qingyang understood her mood very well, seeing that she was resolute, and it was not good to insist on staying, she looked at her injury, and couldn't help but advise: "I have already dealt with your injury, I also live in this inn, if you need anything, just look for me, in the end, your injury is also caused by me." ”

Mo Miao didn't speak.

Liu Qingyang originally wanted to ask why she wanted to kill that Jiang Gongzi, but she couldn't ask anymore, so she could only comfort herself and wait for her to get better before asking, and got up to say goodbye: "You have a good rest, I'm leaving." ”

Mo Miao still didn't speak.

After Liu Qingyang went out, Mo Jiaoqiang's strong pretense finally couldn't be maintained, and he lay on the bed weakly, caressing his wounds, frowning in pain.

It's not that she can't feel Liu Qingyang's concern, it's just that she can only pretend to be indifferent.

Since it is destined to be a person with two paths, there is no need to dwell on it anymore.

Mo Miao fell asleep groggily.

Early in the morning, Mo Yao redressed the wound, changed into clean clothes, and just opened the door to go out, when he suddenly saw Liu Qingyang standing outside the door.

Mo Jiao immediately sank his face, and was about to question, when he suddenly saw that the other party's face was a little wrong, as if covered with a layer of cold ice, and his eyes were staring at him coldly.

What's wrong with him? Mo Miao frowned suspiciously.

Liu Qingyang stared at her fiercely, suddenly grabbed her uninjured arm, dragged her into the room, and slammed the door shut.

Mo Miao was angry and was about to ask him what he wanted to do, but the other party's question had already fallen with a face: "The person was killed by your people?" ”

"What are you talking about?" Mo Miao didn't know why, and looked impatient.

"You don't have to deny it!" Liu Qingyang grabbed her arm and sneered: "Who else but you?" You were going to kill him last night, but I stopped you, and you deliberately lured me away just to give your companion a chance, right? Okay, now that Jiang Yuanting is dead, I can't ask anything! What exactly do you want to do? Why do you have to kill him?! ”

There was a "boom" in his head, Mo Miao didn't believe his words, bypassed him and opened the door, and sure enough, he saw many people gathered at the door of Jiang Yuanting's room.

Mo Yao squeezed away the onlookers, entered the house, and saw Jiang Yuanting lying on the ground, already dead, a woman kneeling on the ground, her face like ashes, motionless, it was Jiang Yuanting's wife.

Two officials and a servant were examining Jiang Yuanting's body.

Mo Jiao clearly saw that in addition to the familiar sword wound on his abdomen, there was also an obvious wound on the other party's neck, which was obviously a new wound added later, and it was also a fatal wound.

How so?

Mo Yao's body shook for a while, and was supported by Liu Qingyang, who came later, Liu Qingyang looked at the undisguised shock on her face, and then realized that something was wrong, it seemed to be herself...... Got it wrong? Not her people?

Liu Qingyang took her out, returned to the room, looked at her stunned appearance, thought she was too surprised, and comforted softly: "Okay, the person is dead, no matter how hard it is, maybe there is another person who wants his life." ”

Speaking of this, Liu Qingyang's face was gloomy, and he said softly: "I'm sorry, just now...... I misunderstood you, I thought it was your man's hand. ”

Mo Miao suddenly came back to her senses, looked at the man with a face full of remorse in front of her, suddenly pushed him away hard, took a step back, because the movement was too big, the wound opened again, and she suddenly turned white in pain.

Liu Qingyang wanted to step forward, but she said sharply, "Don't come here!" Shocked, he paused, looked at her and seemed to be a little unstable, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Mo Miao stared at him coldly and said viciously: "Don't come near me!" What is my relationship with you? Why are you pestering me over and over again? Everything is your fault, I can ask, it's all you, it's you who stopped me, if it weren't for you, I would have asked the answer I wanted a long time ago, and you hurt me! What else do you want? Get out! I don't want to see you again! ”