In the night, the air smells of barbecue, fragrant, and the stomach of the hook is gurgling.

The two of them hurried for some time, and only ate some dry food on the way, and they were a little hungry, eating fragrant roast pheasants, and they were satisfied.

After eating and drinking, Mo Yao didn't speak, leaned on the trunk of the tree, closed his eyes and rested.

Liu Qingyang pondered for a while, but still approached her, and asked curiously, "Why didn't you leave just now?" ”

He really thought she had run away, after all, she had always avoided herself, if she hadn't stalked herself, the other party would have run away a long time ago.

When do you think about it and get angry, when did you become so annoying?

Mo Yao opened his eyes and looked at him with the eyes of a fool, as if the question he asked was stupid, and snorted lightly: "Why am I leaving?" I didn't do anything bad. ”

Liu Qingyang was blocked and couldn't speak, touched his nose, smiled, suddenly remembered something, his eyes fell on her left shoulder, and asked with concern: "By the way, how was the injury last time?" Does it still hurt? ”

Mo Miao shook his head, his tone was understated, "It's just a small injury, it's long ago." ”

"You're a girl, it's not good to leave a scar, I have a medicine to remove scars here, you can keep it." As he spoke, he took out a porcelain vase from his bosom and handed it to her.

Mo Miao didn't even look at it, and refused with a cold face, "No need, I have my own medicine." ”

Liu Qingyang ignored her cold attitude, directly took her hand, and stuffed the porcelain bottle into her hand without saying anything, with a resolute attitude, "No matter what, it was my fault for hurting you at the beginning, this is a little bit of my heart, I think you should be injured often, there will always be a time to use." ”

Mo Jiao stared at the porcelain vase in his palm for a while, but finally didn't refuse anymore, silently put it away, and said lightly: "Thank you." ”

Liu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, looked up at the few stars in the night, and muttered to himself: "It's been a long time since I've looked at the stars with people, it's really been a long time." ”

Mo Miao listened, his heart moved, and he asked quietly: "For a long time?" Childhood? ”

Liu raised his chin lightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to hear my previous story?" ”

Mo Yao was about to say that he didn't want to hear it, but the other party had already said to himself, "When I was a child, there was a person who liked to look at the stars, and I often accompanied her to look at them, at that time I didn't understand what the stars were like, she said that the stars were like people's eyes, eyes that grew in the sky, and she also had a pair of eyes like the stars, and since then, I have liked the stars, just because they are like her eyes." ”

Liu Qingyang raised his hand and touched it lightly, as if he could touch the star in this way, but after all, it was too far away to touch, and sighed regretfully, "The star is too far away, I can only see, I can't touch, she is very sad, once I caught a few fireflies for her to see, let her hold it in her hand, like grabbing the star, she smiled very good-looking, I have never seen such a beautiful smile." ”

He lowered his eyes, with a hint of gloom on his face, and smiled bitterly: "Thinking about it now, it was really beautiful at that time, but it's a pity that such a day has not been seen for a long time." ”

Suddenly, Liu Qingyang looked sideways at the woman beside her, and saw that she was silent, very quiet, as if thinking about something, she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes, "What are you thinking?" ”

Mo Miao came back to his senses suddenly, turned his face away, and his voice was very low, "It's nothing." ”

Liu Qingyang raised his eyebrows strangely, leaned over to look at her face, and joked with a smile, "I still said that I didn't think about anything, I was obviously thinking about something, let's talk about it!" ”

Mo Miao turned his head and glared at him, slightly annoyed, can't this person be a little serious?

Liu Qingyang was suddenly stunned and looked at her blankly.

Mo Miao touched his face and wondered, "What are you looking at?" ”

Liu Qingyang stretched out his hand as if touching her eyes, and seeing that her face was not good, he paused, retracted it, hooked his lips and chuckled, "It's nothing, I just think your eyes are also like stars." ”

Mo Miao was stunned, suddenly turned his face away, and ignored him.

Liu Qingyang saw that she seemed to be angry, and comforted her in a good voice, "Okay, I'm wrong, don't be angry, besides, I don't mean anything else, just praise you." ”

She's not angry, she's just a little ...... Secretly biting the tip of his tongue, he suddenly asked, "What about that person?" ”

Liu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, realized what she said, her expression darkened, and she shook her head, "She...... It's gone. ”

"What does it mean to be gone?" Mo Yao paused and asked knowingly.

Liu Qingyang didn't say much, but looked at her face, touched her chin and pondered.

"What do you see me doing?" Mo Miao was inexplicably a little weak-hearted, turned his head, and didn't dare to look into his eyes.

Liu raised her lips lightly, "I just think you are very similar to her, similar in age, similar in eyes, even what I checked at the beginning...... Do you think it's a coincidence, or is it ......?"

Without waiting for him to say anything, Mo Jiao interrupted him angrily, "What nonsense? People are just similar! ”

Liu Qingyang bowed his head thoughtfully, "Indeed, people are similar, alas, if there is really a coincidence, I think you still think it is quite kind." ”

Next, no one spoke again, Mo Miao closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, Liu Qingyang opened his eyes, held a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and looked up at the stars in a daze.

Suddenly, he picked up his flute and placed it horizontally to his lips, and for a moment, a soothing and melodious tune slowly flowed through the air.

Mo Yao, who pretended to be asleep, listened to it, and then really fell asleep, with a drop of crystal in the corner of his eye.

Mo Jiao was awakened by the sound of weapons colliding, and when he opened his eyes, he noticed that his waist was tight, and the whole person had already flown up, and the next moment he was already standing on top of a tree.

Because of the dense foliage, the people below can't see the people above, and Mo Yao and Liu Qingyang are both people who practice martial arts, even though it is night and the light is not enough, they can clearly see the scene below.

It was a woman with a child, a sword in her right hand, followed by a masked man dressed in black. It can be seen that the man in black has good martial arts, and the woman's kung fu is very average, but her left hand throws something from time to time, which can withstand the opponent's attack.

I think it's a poison, no wonder it lasts so long.

It's just that in the end, with a child, I dragged myself down, so I was a little reluctant, and after a while, there were a few more wounds on my arm, but the woman still protected the child tightly behind her to prevent the child from being hurt a little.

Mo Yao's eyes fell on the man in black, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was really a coincidence that the book was not written, this man in black was the person from Lingxiao Pavilion.

The reason why he recognized the person who was Ling Xiao Pavilion was because of the other party's kung fu, and his tricky and ruthless body style was from Ling Xiao Pavilion.

Every killer in Lingxiao Pavilion has a mission, which is confidential, and no one knows what the other party's mission is, except for specific circumstances, they are generally dressed in black and masked to avoid being recognized.