Chapter 125: There is a hole in the brain
"Meng Yao!"
Fortunately, the sunny day reacted in time, and the sharp blade could stop less than a centimeter from the skin.
The crisis was lifted, Yang Tian broke out in a cold sweat, this crazy woman, she didn't want her life! If he hadn't stopped just now, blood would have been splattered on this white arm now!
Li Yinglong was shocked and angry, rushed over and pressed Zhao Mengyao's shoulder to turn her around, and carefully checked: "Mengyao, are you okay?" β
Zhao Mengyao was also a little dazed.
She really didn't think too much about it just now, she just couldn't bear to see Yang Tian hurt herself, although Yang Tian didn't treat her very well, and her temper was not very good, but she was still a child after all.
When I came back to my senses this time, I couldn't help but be a little afraid.
If that knife doesn't stopβ
"I almost couldn't play the piano." Zhao Mengyao's little face turned pale with fright, but she still forced herself to make a joke, and a reluctant smile appeared on her pale face.
Li Yinglong saw that Zhao Mengyao was not injured, and his clenched heart finally let go, and he snatched the dagger away with a gloomy face, and then pulled Zhao Mengyao into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Zhao Mengyao! If you mess around like this again, I'll break your legs! Tie you to your bed and don't go anywhere! Hear no! β
Zhao Mengyao said weakly: "I heard it, but ...... I'm going to be strangled to death by you......"
Li Yinglong hugged him tighter, turned his head to Yang Tian and said coldly: "What are you doing in a daze, get out!" β
Yang Tian stayed for a while, then came back to his senses and left in a hurry.
Yang Tian stumbled out of the study, and almost rolled down the stairs without stepping on it.
Steward Zhu was about to go upstairs to report to Li Yinglong about dinner, and when he saw Yangtian going downstairs in a trance, he was a little worried, so he asked with concern: "Yangtian, what's wrong?" β
Yang Tian didn't hear this sentence at all. He rushed down the stairs and out of the villa.
Trembling by the oncoming cold wind, Yang Tian finally sobered up a little.
But there was still a mess in my head. What had just happened was a little difficult for him to understand.
Li Yinglong, as the lord of the Nine Fields, wants to punish him, it must be a matter of course. Yangtian didn't complain. But-why did Zhao Mengyao come in and intervene?
What's the matter with her! Yangtian had such a bad attitude towards her, and he scolded her, why, did he still help him speak in that situation, and even- did not hesitate to block the knife for him......
Yang Tian admitted that he was just angry just now, so he wanted to harm himself in front of Zhao Mengyao, and he didn't really want to harm himself...... Therefore, the strength can be controlled well, and Zhao Mengyao was not injured.
But Zhao Mengyao couldn't know at all! She doesn't care about the danger, but she also wants to block the knife for him - is there a hole in her brain!
All kinds of thoughts in Yang Tian's mind were confused, including shock, anger, embarrassment, and jealousy...... And what he doesn't want to admit - moved.
Yangtian is not a wooden stake. On the contrary, because Yang Tian had a miserable childhood, he cherished the kindness given to him. This is also the reason why Yangtian is loyal to Li Yinglong.
It was Li Yinglong who rescued him from the filthy slums, taught him all the skills, and gave him a place to live, so that he could realize the value of his life.
But on the other hand, Yang Tian is actually sensitive and suspicious, so he didn't like Zhao Mengyao from the beginning. And Zhao Mengyao's actions this time gave him a great shock.
He turned out to be like a child who got candy for the first time, cautious, suffering from gains and losses, and did not know what to do.
How will he face Zhao Mengyao in the future?
The thought of this problem gives him a headache.
But--from then on, Yang Tian had an unwavering thought in his heart, he would definitely protect her, just as he would return the favor.