Mo Miao didn't expect that he would survive, but the sword didn't stab too deep because Liu Qingyang came in time.

The pain was real, and she really thought she was going to die and never see him again.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a man with deep sunken eyes, a haggard face, and a layer of stubble boiling out of his chin, and felt a real pain in her chest, and couldn't help but sigh.

Probably God took pity on her for being lonely, and her wish was not fulfilled, and she couldn't bear to let her go to see Hades.

"Yu'er, you're finally awake." Liu Qingyang held her hand tightly, and the joy of losing it was overwhelming, and her excited hands trembled.

Mo Miao pursed her lips, remembering the scene before she fell into a coma, knowing that she was exposed, and looking at his haggard appearance, she was reluctant to deny it anymore.

That's right, it's probably providence.

"Where's the man in black?" Mo Miao rolled his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.

There was no way, she didn't know what to say just now, she always felt embarrassed to say anything, so she had to ask the man in black.

In fact, she had already guessed that such a move was very familiar, it was a common move used by the killers of Ling Xiao Pavilion, and the other party didn't even bother to hide it, and hit her heart directly, wanting her life.

The exposed eyes are also familiar, probably acquaintances.

As expected, Mo Yao was not much surprised.

Liu Qingyang's eyes turned cold when she heard this, and said, "She was hit by my sword, but she let her run away." ”

Mo Jiao is not surprised, killers have their own way of escaping, and they will not easily let themselves fall into the hands of the enemy.

Liu Qingyang looked at her, wanting to speak and stopped.

Mo Miao noticed it and glanced at him: "What do you want to say?" ”

Because the wound was not serious, although it was still very painful, it was nothing to her, and it did not affect her speech.

Liu Qingyang still said in the end: "That person's moves...... It's familiar, like the person who killed me that time. ”

Mo Yao's eyes flashed and he was silent.

Liu Qingyang couldn't help it: "Yu'er, that person's target is you, what happened?" You're not ...... with them."

He wants to say, aren't you guys in the same group? How can you kill your own people? Speaking of this, I was afraid of breaking her heart and destroying the calm atmosphere that the two of them had so hard to get, so I didn't dare to continue.

Mo Miao understood what he meant, but he didn't want to explain the reason to him, and explained: "There is not only this killer in the world, probably I have done too much evil, this time I was unlucky, someone recognized me, please move others to want my life." ”

She always knew that her hands were stained with countless blood, and sooner or later she would be punished, but she was not afraid, this was what she deserved.

However, it is different to be taken advantage of by her own people, and she has written down this hatred.

A dull ache came from Liu Qingyang's chest, she should have suffered a lot over the years, right? He understood her helplessness, so he didn't care who she was in the past or what she did.

In his heart, she was just his feather, still so pure and flawless.

He didn't believe her words, but he knew that there might be something inconvenient to say here, so he didn't ask much, seeing that there was not much blood on her face because she had just woken up, and said softly: "You just woke up, don't talk too much, I'll serve the medicine." ”

Soon the medicine was brought over, and Liu Qingyang sat on the edge of the bed, carefully helped her to sit down, and picked up the porcelain bowl containing the black medicinal juice next to her.

Mo Yao glanced at him, and saw him scoop up a spoonful of medicinal juice with a spoon, bring it to his mouth and blow it lightly, such a careful movement made her heart feel a trace of warmth.

After taking a few sips of the small spoon he handed over, Mo Miao became impatient, and simply reached out to grab the bowl in his hand and wanted to drink it himself.

Liu Qingyang didn't allow it, and said with a calm face: "Don't move." ”

Mo Miao was blamed by him, stunned, raised his eyes to look at him, and pouted: "Bitter." ”

was looked at by these pair of watery eyes, and then listened to the rare delicate grievances in this tone, Liu Qingyang couldn't stand it, coughed, and said with a red face: "I'll feed you." ”

Then he brought the bowl to her mouth and stared at it carefully, lest it spill or choke her.

Mo Miao drank on the edge of the bowl that she came over, but the other party was afraid that she would choke, so she didn't dare to tilt the bowl too much, but Mo Yao still suffered for a while before drinking a bowl of medicine.

Liu Qingyang casually picked up a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, Mo Miao suddenly snatched the handkerchief in his hand and stared at it deadly.

Why is this piece so familiar? It seems that the other party also used this handkerchief to wipe her tears before she fell into a coma, but she was too uncomfortable to pay attention to it at that time.

Looking at Mo Yao, she found that something was wrong, the white bottom, the lifelike swallow, it was clearly hers, why was he here?

Mo Miao doesn't know how to needle and thread, and she can't learn this as an identity, but this is still a time after completing the task, she stayed outside for a while, and asked someone to make such a handkerchief on a whim, and then she has been carrying it with her.

It wasn't until last year that he reunited with Liu Qingyang on the Qinhuai River, and he disappeared when he returned to Lingxiao Pavilion.

It turned out that he was here at that time.

But he stayed for so long, which surprised her even more.

Liu Qingyang's face gradually became embarrassed, and he snatched the handkerchief and stuffed it into the clothes in his arms.

The corners of Mo Yao's mouth twitched, what is he doing? If she remembers it well, it's hers, what does he mean by being afraid that he will rob it?

Liu Qingyang was stared at by her uncomfortable, coughed, and explained: "Please ask my cousin at home to do it, it looks good, right?" ”

Mo Miao laughed angrily, she really lied, her face was not red and she was not panting, could she not recognize her own handkerchief? Who to bluff?

Facing her smiling gaze, Liu lightly raised his scalp and took out the handkerchief slowly, and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you." ”

looked at the stain on it again, was speechless for a while, and then took it back again without changing his face, and said seriously: "I'll give it to you when someone washes it." ”

Mo Miao didn't care about him, snorted, and said, "It's better for you to keep it yourself, I have it myself." ”

Liu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

……

The woman dressed in black knelt on the ground, her face without the black scarf that covered her face, revealing a face that had lost its former demeanor and was full of scars.

Holding her injured lower abdomen, the woman lowered her eyes, full of frustration and unwillingness, just a little, almost a little.

Xia Ying, who was dressed in purple, sat on a chair with surprise on her face: "You mean Mo Yao is with a man?" Still behaving intimately? ”

Ruying nodded: "That's true." "If it weren't for that person going and coming back, with the appearance that Mo Yao was hit by the cartilage and couldn't do martial arts at that time, it would have been easy for him to kill her.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth with hatred, why did that woman die like this? This will all be spared.

"Good, excellent." Xia Ying smiled more and more happily, and there was a hint of fierceness in her eyes under Ruying's incomprehensible gaze: "This is really good, I didn't expect Mo Ying to be so bold, I was worried that I couldn't find her handle, and I couldn't beat her to the bottom openly, so she came to this hand." Hum! The poor pavilion master treated her so well in the past, if the pavilion master knew, I wonder if she would be able to withstand the anger of the pavilion master? ”

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