Cold, cold.

"Ruiqing, that assassin, have you been caught?" Zhao Xiangling asked.

"Dead." Speaking of the assassin, Li Ruiqing felt a little cooler.

Zhao Xiangling smiled: "Why did you die?" I also want to see how much he resembles you. ”

Even the movements are very similar, if you don't know too much, how can you do this?

But if you know too much, why did Li Ruiqing never know about his existence?

Is it true that I don't know, or is it false that I don't know?

"Are you hungry to Zero?" Li Ruiqing suddenly sat up, stepped on his shoes and was about to go out, "I'll order someone to make you something to eat." ”

Zhao Xiangling sat up and said, "Ruiqing, I want to eat the noodles you cooked." ”

Li Ruiqing was stunned, turned his head, and squeezed out a smile: "Okay." ”

And when he had said that, he went out, and did not look back.

He still felt it. Zhao Xiangling lay down again and slept back into the quilt. Even though he was already acting normal, he felt it.

Closing his eyes, Zhao Xiangling sneered.

Even if the person who assassinated him was not Li Ruiqing, what could it mean?

This does not prove that this matter is not his handiwork.

The killer can still be his person, under the pretense of Li Ruiqing's name, to clear his suspicions about him.

After all, with his power, it is too simple to hide from himself.

Who is right and wrong, she can't see clearly, she can only rely on feelings.

But the feeling ......

It was never credible.

Zhao Xiangling was stunned, and quickly came back to his senses after hearing Li Ruiqing's footsteps. She immediately sat up, grabbed a piece of clothing and draped it over her body.

When I went down to the ground to put on my shoes, I saw a stuffy thing lying on the ground, and I saw her meowing pitifully twice.

She and Ruiqing are too busy these days to feed it. In addition, this guy is very willful, Qingge and others feed it things, and it never looks at it.

Seeing it crawl over and lick his hand, Zhao Xiangling's heart softened, and he picked it up from the ground: "Ruiqing, you go get something to eat, the tyrant is going to starve to death." ”

As soon as the words came out, Zhao Xiangling was stunned.

She is too used to this tone, or rather, she is too used to talking to Li Ruiqing like this.

Squinting, Zhao Xiangling felt that this was not a good habit.

"Whoa." Li Ruiqing handed her a plate of snacks, "Feed yourself." ”

Zhao Xiangling took it and consciously fed it. But soon, she felt that something was wrong.

Why did she listen to Li Ruiqing's words again?

Putting down the plate, Zhao Xiangling squinted: "Li Ruiqing, you feed it." ”

He has a cat, who does he not feed?

"Hmm." Hearing this, Li Ruiqing actually walked over as he said, picked up the plate, sat next to Zhao Xiangling, and took out a vegetable leaf to feed to the tyrant.

The tyrant stared at the leaf and did not open his mouth.

"Li Ruiqing, should you feed the rabbits?" Zhao Xiangling said. Do cats eat grass? Cats eat meat.

Li Ruiqing changed to a piece of cooked meat: "I forgot." This kind of tyrant who eats meat alone can't be raised. ”

Zhao Xiangling glared. Is he talking about tyrants? He's talking about himself! Rounding around the bush, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai!

The person who was stabbed was himself, why was he wronged?

Zhao Xiangling sat up and reluctantly sat down at the table, looking at his noodles still with green onions and vegetables.

I've talked to him countless times, but he never changes.

Zhao Xiang had zero hatred and hated the noodles as Li Ruiqing to bite.

She bit for a long time, but Li Ruiqing still didn't sit down. Zhao Xiangling realized that he, who usually prepares two bowls of noodles, only prepared one bowl this time.

How? He's not going to eat with him?

It's okay not to eat it, and it's poisonous.

Zhao Xiangling was inexplicably irritable, looking at the noodles in the bowl that were not like noodles, the noodle soup was not like noodle soup, and even the green onions were more annoying than usual.

But she is by no means a person who will have trouble with herself.

After eating the noodles, Zhao Xiangling put down the bowl, just wanted to find some trouble, but saw Li Ruiqing carrying his pillow and walking outside.

You know, they all slept together during this time, and now he suddenly removed the pillow, which means nothing to say.

Zhao Xiangling looked at him, waiting for him to explain. But it backfired, he didn't explain anything, and walked simply.

The tyrant was left contented with his stomach under the bed, biting at the plush cushions.

Zhao Xiangling looked at the empty bowl on the table, and then at the empty plate next to the tyrant, and felt that he was being fed as a tyrant?

Kicking away the tyrant's plate, Zhao Xiangling turned around and sat on the bed, angry.

If you don't sleep, you don't sleep! She was afraid that he would find a knife in the middle of the night and hack her to death!

Li Ruiqing really went to the wing room next door. He actually said that he would just leave, without leaving the slightest explanation.

Zhao Xiangling sat by the window, looking at the lights on the opposite side were all out, and then he reacted: Li Ruiqing really can't come.

He's angry.

But what is he angry about?

You should be angry, shouldn't you? Why is he angry?

It wasn't until she fell asleep that she didn't understand why. Is he justified? He didn't even give himself an explanation, he was justified?

Tossing and turning, Zhao Xiangling couldn't sleep.

She was just injured, and Li Ruiqing left her alone, which was really unusual.

What if she is assassinated again at night?

What if she doesn't feel well at night?

Although Qingge and the others are waiting outside, they are not doctors, what's the use?

Ah, my head hurts a little, maybe I hit it when I fell to the ground today, what should I do, it hurts.

Why don't you go and see Li Ruiqing?

What a great idea. Zhao Xiangling stepped on his shoes and got up, put on his clothes and quietly went out of the window.

The candles had been extinguished in Li Ruiqing's room, the guards were all guarding outside, and there was no one in the courtyard except for Qingge and a few other maids. And Li Ruiqing has never wanted to be served, so the room where he lives doesn't even have a cat bark.

The tyrant was lying on his stomach in Zhao Xiangling's room, and of course there was no cat meow.

Zhao Xiang thought in a mess, avoided the maid outside, and stood under the windowsill and quietly pushed open a gap.

It was pitch black, and there was not a single light left, so I couldn't see anything clearly.

Sure enough, he had fallen asleep.

Zhao Xiangling was depressed, but he couldn't say what was wrong with him.

He doesn't sleep, is it possible to wait for himself to come?

Moved to the side twice, and walked to the door, Zhao Xiangling raised his hand to push the door, but felt that it was inappropriate.

Why can he sleep so well and he can't?

Raising his feet, Zhao Xiangling wanted to kick the door, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

In fact, she didn't take much of it.

This matter has nothing to do with Li Ruiqing at all, it was she who took her temper out on him. Li Ruiqing's temper can be regarded as polite, if he were to change himself, he would have to peel off a layer of his skin.

Gently pushing the door, Zhao Xiangling found that the door was not tied at all, but it was just hidden and opened as soon as it was touched.

Isn't that too defenseless? Although the Sword Shadow Pavilion is his own territory, even if it is on his own territory, he can't help but lock the door, right?

Squeezing sideways into the door, Zhao Xiangling tiptoed into the door and slowly walked to the bed.

At that moment, she felt as if she was really a thief.

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