Fortunately, the people in the courtyard were all chased down by her just now, and she wanted to be quiet for a while, but she didn't think about it, but she gave this person a chance.

Mo Jiao bit the tip of his tongue angrily, wanting to reprimand but couldn't find a reason, after all, it was his own fault first, who let himself be confused for a while, and what he did in the first place gave him a chance to take advantage of.

The woman in front of her was red-faced, her eyes were fire-breathing and helpless, which made Liu Qingyang feel very good, not only did she not leave, but she also lifted her robe and sat opposite her again.

Just as he was about to continue talking for a while, when he raised his eyes and saw something, his eyes shrank, and the smile on his face froze.

He stretched out his hand to touch the top of her head, Mo Miao was startled, hurriedly turned sideways to avoid, and was about to reprimand, when the closed door suddenly "creaked" open, and a person walked out of the door.

Mo Jiao looked back, his expression tightened, he hurriedly stood up, and then looked at Liu Qingyang, his face changed, and he didn't know how to explain.

Yin Xiao was dressed in a dark robe, his face was sinking like water, he stood at the door with his hands in his hands, looked at her with dark eyes fixed for a while, then turned to Liu Qingyang, and smiled faintly: "What is the matter with Young Master Liu?" ”

Mo Miao was seen by his cool eyes, and he held his breath, until he looked away, he seemed to come to life, and he only felt a heartbeat.

Liu Qingyang stood up, with a just right smile on his face, glanced sideways at Mo Yao, and said, "It's nothing to do, seeing this girl sitting in the courtyard, she seems to be bored, so I came over to talk a few words." Speaking of which, we are also old acquaintances, and I really didn't expect to see the two of you here again. ”

A faintly warning gaze fell on her, and Mo Yao walked over with his head lowered and stood behind him.

Yin Xiao retracted the gaze that fell on her, and looked at Liu Qingyang, his eyes were slightly cold: "It is a good thing that Liu Gongzi is not informal, but it also depends on who and what he does, you must know how to be a man, and my people still don't want others to touch it." ”

Liu raised his eyes lightly and shrunk, met the other party's cold gaze, and was silent for a long time.

Yin Xiao turned around and grabbed Mo Yao's hand and went back to the room.

The door is closed, keeping everyone and everything outside.

Liu Qingyang's hand on his side was clenched into a fist, his face was gloomy, and after a while, he finally showed a wry smile and left.

Mo Jiao stood at the door, looking at the man sitting at the middle table with his eyebrows lowered and reading quietly, not knowing what to say to break this serious atmosphere.

Since returning to the room, Yin Xiao let go of the hand holding her and sat there without saying a word, as if nothing had happened just now, but she clearly sensed the anger in him.

After a long time, the page still hadn't been turned a page, and Mo Jiao knew that he was feeling right, and his heart was beating more and more suddenly, and he put his hand behind his back on the deadbolt, ready to run away at any time.

After thinking about it, if he was really angry, doing so would be tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, so he simply gave up the idea of running away, and now the most important thing is to appease his anger, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

After all, he had just promised himself to spare Liu's life, and in the blink of an eye, such a thing happened, Mo Miao felt that his face was burning and hurting, and Liu Qingyang's head was also in danger.

Mo Miao couldn't help but secretly complain about Liu Qingyang, for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

She cautiously moved her steps and walked over, stopped in front of him, and saw that he still did not move, so she poured a cup of tea and handed it to him: "Childe, take a sip of tea to moisten your throat." ”

The man was still motionless, as if he hadn't heard her words, his lowered eyes didn't even blink, and Mo Yao was even more entangled.

After thinking about it, she brought the teacup closer and whispered, "Childe." ”

As if blocking his view, those eyes finally raised, staring at her coldly, without saying a word.

Mo Yao swallowed his saliva, tried to look back calmly, and showed a slightly flattering smile on his face: "Childe, let's have a cup of tea." ”

Yin Xiao looked at her and his eyes flashed, there seemed to be something in it, Mo Xiao didn't see it clearly, and the teacup in his hand disappeared the next moment.

The pair of jade-like hands took the teacup, but did not drink it, only put the teacup on the table, and closed the book and put it aside.

Immediately after that, Mo Yao's hand was held by him, and he dragged it forward, and sat in her arms.

Falling back, Mo Yao looked up at the man above his head, breathing.

A hand landed on her forehead, caressing her cheek inch by inch, bringing a slight itch.

Finally, the hand landed on her slender neck, tightening inch by inch under her astonished gaze.

The slender neck fell into his slightly rough palm, as if it could be pinched by him at any time.

That handsome face lost its gentle and light smile, his eyes were as black as night, his face was as cold as ice, his lips were pursed, and Mo Jiao only felt that his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and his cheeks were gradually purple.

She opened her mouth, unable to utter a word, and grasped his wrists with both hands, a hint of pleading in her eyes.

"Do you know what you're doing wrong?" Yin Xiao looked at her breathing weakening and struggling with her appearance, and said lightly.

Mo Miao blinked, indicating that he knew, and the hand finally let go.

As soon as she took a breath, she covered her neck with her hands and coughed violently a few times as if a fish out of the water had suddenly obtained water.

A hand patted her back a few times, Mo Miao gradually regained her composure, looked up at the expressionless man in front of her, stretched out her hand to wrap around his waist, buried her cheek in his chest, and said in a hoarse voice: "Childe, Mo Miao is wrong, Mo Miao will never dare anymore." ”

"Don't you dare to do anything?" Yin Xiao asked lightly.

Mo Yao's voice was slightly choked, and he said weakly: "Childe, Mo Miao shouldn't lose his vigilance, he shouldn't give him a chance to get close to him, and Mo Miao won't contact him again in the future." ”

She wrapped her arms around his neck like an octopus and pulled into his arms.

"Remember your words, I don't want another time." Yin Xiao's eyes became deep, and he said coldly.

Mo Miao nodded and nodded again.

Suddenly, she heard a crisp sound, something fell to the ground, and rolled a few times.

She wanted to look down, but his chin was pinched, and the other party's cold gaze stared at her tightly: "Master warned you, this is just a small lesson, if there is a next time, it will be more than that." ”

Mo Miao seemed to have guessed what was going on, his face couldn't help but stiffen, he resisted the urge to pick up the thing, and nodded obediently.

Yin Xiao's face gradually softened, put her down, flicked her sleeves, and said, "Kneel for two hours." ”

Mo Xiao obediently knelt on the ground, watched Yin Xiao get up and go to the inner room, looked down and saw the purple bamboo flute broken in half on the ground, reached out and picked up the flute, sighed softly, and carefully put the flute into his sleeve.

This kneeling lasted until noon, and when Mo Miao got up, her legs were numb, but for her who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, this was nothing at all.

To be able to kneel down and dissipate his anger, Mo Miao was very happy.

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