Chapter 1487: Seven or Eight Images Chest Pain
Mo Chen's head was rarely big, his deep eyes narrowed, he sighed deeply, and then stepped forward, "Little master, it's time for us to enter the city." “
Yuan Miao saw the other carriages that had been stopped, so he asked, "Why did they drive the carriage to check?" ”
"Because they are not from the Emperor's Mansion." Mo Chen glanced at the caravan heading to Pingcheng, and his voice was stiff and calm, "Little master, it's time to go." ”
Along the way, Yuan Miao was already used to this expressionless guard brother, so when he saw Mo Chen's expression at this time, he just obediently withdrew his head, "Let's go." ”
As soon as he got into the carriage, Yuan Miao turned his head and saw that the unconscious person had woken up, and said in surprise, "Hey, Uncle Night, you're awake." ”
He is not very familiar with Ye Moli, but after staying by the side of the eldest grandson mirror for a few days, he still knows him, so when he sees Ye Moli fainting on the side of the road, he will let Mochen save him.
As soon as Yuan Miao's voice fell, before Ye Mo left his mouth, the carriage was pushed away by Mo Chen, and Mo Chen didn't speak, just sat next to his little master, quietly watching Ye Mo Li.
This made Ye Moli completely sober, covered his seriously injured heart, raised his eyes to look at Yuan Miao, and said in a hoarse voice, "You saved me." ”
Definitely got the tone.
Yuan Miao blinked her peach blossom eyes and nodded with a smile, "It's not the credit of Miao Miao alone, it's mainly Uncle Mochen who brought Uncle Ye here." ”
As he spoke, he made a hugging motion.
Looking at his horizontal hugging action, he learned seven or eight images, and the ink dust, who had always been expressionless, twitched the corners of his lips......
My little master is really ...... If it weren't for the little master's order, how could he use this posture and bring him directly here, but when he carried the back of the night, the little master also made this action, and said that the father hugged his mother like this, and this posture must be very comfortable.
forced Mochen to hug the night like this, you can imagine Mochen's expression at that time.
And now, after Ye Moli saw Yuan Miao's action, he couldn't help but pull the corners of his lips, probably because this action hurt the wound, Ye Moli lowered his eyebrows, "Thank you." ”
"Uncle Night, are you upset?" Yuan Miao remembered that Ye Moli was not such a deep person, why did this meeting become so deep.
Hearing Yuan Miao's words of concern, Ye Moli raised his hand and wanted to touch his head, but as soon as the cold light hit him, Ye Moli was numb from the tiger's mouth, and his wrist hung down.
He was seriously injured, and he had little strength left, so he naturally couldn't resist Mochen's attack.
Knowing that Mochen was to protect his master, Ye Mo was not angry, he hung his wrist casually, his thin lips hooked a shallow arc, and said to Yuan Miao, "Uncle has a pain in his chest, so he doesn't want to laugh." ”
"I see." Yuan Miao didn't know about Mo Chen's private attack with Ye Moli, just thought that Ye Moli was suddenly weak, and raised his hand to touch Ye Moli's heart, but his mother said before that it didn't hurt to touch.
So if Uncle Night hurts, he doesn't hurt to touch it.
Looking at the innocent child's face, Ye Moli thought of the picture of his relationship with the master twenty years ago, he was also like Miao Miao at that time, naively thinking that all people were good people, and he was kind to everyone, including his cold-blooded and ruthless master, but he didn't expect that his kindness was exchanged for the use of the master.
And when the master saw that he was about to get out of control......
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