Luo Qingqian sighed in her mind, lay down again, and said, "Little ghost, don't forget that you are in my body!" If you have the ability, doesn't it mean that I have the ability? Why should I be jealous of you? ”

When Qing Ling heard this, he shouted like an awkward doll: "Then I won't give it to you!" ”

Luo Qingqian yawned, she was running for her life and fighting at home today, she really felt a little tired, turned over, and said lazily: "Whatever you want!" This girl doesn't have to do the same. I'm going to sleep......"

"Hey, hey, I'm not done yet!" Qing Ling shouted twice, and found that Luo Qingqian had indeed fallen asleep, and suddenly lost his temper and stopped talking.

The night was hazy, and the whole Luo Mansion gradually fell into a deep sleep. No one noticed that a figure quickly streaked through the night like a wisp of green smoke, and disappeared in a split second.

Leng Mozhu was standing quietly beside Luo Qingqian's bed at the moment, and through the pale yellow curtain, the beauty on the bed seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably. The curved willow eyebrows frowned tightly, the closed eyes trembled slightly, and the long eyelashes were like butterflies with wings spreading, fluttering about to fly.

He didn't know why he had to come to a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night, and if he was discovered, he would probably be considered a flower thief. But after he received the news, he just couldn't sit still, and just wanted to see if the girl was okay immediately.

But when he came to her bedside, he didn't dare to make a sound.

Luo Qingqian on the bed frowned and turned over, and the ink rain wrench rolled down from her clenched hand on the quilt, glowing faintly under the moonlight.

Leng Mozhu's eyes moved slightly, that was the wrench he gave her! Did she wear it all the time? Thinking of this, Leng Mozhu's eyes suddenly softened.

Suddenly, Luo Qingqian, who was on the bed, opened her eyes suddenly, and the grief in her eyes made Leng Mozhu's heart palpitate. What kind of dream did she have?

Luo Qing opened her eyes with palpitations, and the blood and wails she saw in her dream seemed to be still vivid!

In her dream, she seemed to be from God's point of view, seeing a line of black-clad masked people, each with a scimitar in their hands, wantonly harvesting human lives in one night. The group of people who were killed were dressed in soldier clothes, but they didn't seem to have any resistance, and they were quickly cut down by this group of people, and there was a person in this group who looked like a chief, obviously a literati, but he was holding a steel knife with a bloody face and was pulled and run by several soldiers, and that person was actually Luo Qingqian's father-Luo Chengzhi.

The dream was very realistic, and Luo Qingqian could even hear the gasps of them running at high speed, and she could also feel the nervousness. Finally, when the man in black cut off Luo Chengzhi's head with the steel knife in his hand, Luo Qingqian only felt a heart-wrenching but powerless grief swept through her body, and she opened her eyes openly.

The moonlight in his eyes was hazy, it turned out to be a dream!

Luo Qingqian was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly he was frightened by a figure standing in front of the bed, and he almost screamed! Before she could shout, the man hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid, Miss, it's me!" ”

Cold ink bamboo? Luo Qingqian sat up hurriedly, why is he here?

Luo Qingqian's first reaction was to look at the outer room, Leng Mozhu saw what she meant, and said, "Miss, don't worry, Leng has no malicious intentions, they are just asleep." ”

Luo Qingqian didn't believe that people could sleep so soundly, it was estimated that he had been stunned or something, but he should have no worries about his life.

But she looked at Leng Mozhu suspiciously, and said in her heart: There is no malice in the middle of the night, the third watch appeared in the boudoir of the young lady, who will believe it? However, because when she was in Long Yunche's body before, she still had a certain understanding of Leng Mozhu, as the former leader of a killer organization, this guy actually had a little naivety, thinking about formalizing a killer organization, in Luo Qingqian's understanding, it was similar to the prototype of a modern mercenary.

Long Yunche once said that if Leng Mozhu had not established a killer organization, but a simple Jianghu sect, it is estimated that he would have achieved a little success. It's a pity that the whitewashing of Skull Pavilion later failed, and Leng Mozhu handed over the power in his hands to the second-in-command who had been opposed to him at that time, and left the organization he founded himself.

In the end, Skull Pavilion was reduced to an ordinary Jianghu killer organization, and was wiped out by Long Yunche.

However, after Luo Qingqian heard about the Skull Pavilion, he felt that how could anyone give up what originally belonged to him so easily? Or give it to those who opposed it before. And that night in the palace, she didn't feel any resentment towards Long Yunche, the prince who ruined her hard work. So she was very suspicious that Leng Mozhu just couldn't realize her ideas, and she couldn't bear to destroy the Skull Pavilion by herself, so she simply gave it to others, out of sight and out of mind, and she didn't feel distressed if she was confiscated.

Based on these understandings, Luo Qingqian felt that Leng Mozhu was not a bad person, so although he was on guard, he said: "What is the so-called matter of the Leng Pavilion Lord's visit in the middle of the night? ”

I just wanted to come and see you! But Leng Mozhu couldn't say anything.

"I," Leng Mozhu said a word, his eyes staring at the Moyu wrench that fell on the brocade quilt through the bed curtain.

Luo Qingqian followed his line of sight, and when he saw the wrench, his eyebrows moved: "The Leng Pavilion Lord doesn't want to go back with this wrench, right?" You haven't fulfilled your promise yet! ”

This wrench was probably the only thing he brought out of Skull Chamber, maybe he really regretted it?

As he spoke, he picked up the wrench. If she had lost it at the beginning, she could also have said that she was sick and lost it. Now that people are asking for it, if they really rely on it and don't give it, won't it work?

Luo Qing's shallow eyes rolled to think of a way, but Leng Mozhu said, "Does the second lady like this wrench very much?" ”

"Huh?" What's the problem? Luo Qingqian smiled embarrassedly and without losing her politeness: "It's okay!" ”

Leng Mozhu didn't say anything more when he heard this. The two of them were just one on the bed, the other on the edge of the bed, and fell into an awkward silence through the curtain.

Luo Qingqian hesitated, broke the silence and said, "The Lord of the Cold Pavilion ......"

Hearing this title, Leng Mozhu suddenly felt awkward, and said without thinking: "Second Miss doesn't have to be so polite, just call me Mozhu." ”

Luo Qing was stunned, and no matter how slow she was, she realized that the situation was a little wrong, could it be that this Leng Mozhu had something in mind about her? But does it mean that the ancient people were very old-fashioned and reserved, are the children of the rivers and lakes so informal?

"Haha, the Leng Pavilion Lord really loves to joke!" Luo Qingqian smiled, but she didn't want to.

Leng Mozhu was also embarrassed in his heart, his face was like fire, if it weren't for the face towel on his face, it is estimated that Luo Qingqian would have seen a red face comparable to Guan Gong.

Under such an embarrassing chat, Leng Mozhu couldn't stay any longer, arched his hand, and hurriedly said: "I heard that the second miss was attacked by gangsters, so I am afraid that the second miss will be injured and come to visit." After all, the second lady had saved her life, and the grace of saving her life was unforgettable. ”

Luo Qingqian hurriedly said when he heard this: "The lord of the cold pavilion is polite, what happened last time was just a gesture. Besides, the pavilion master has already given me a wrench, even if it is clear! ”

Speaking of that night, Leng Mozhu once again remembered the faint and indifferent aura of the girl under the same brocade quilt, and the heat on his face was even better! hurriedly dropped a sentence, and left Luo Qingqian's room as if he had fled, and disappeared without a trace.

Luo Qingqian sat on the bed a little stupidly, alone in the face of the cold room in a daze!

Why does this person come and go in a hurry, and his speech is incoherent, it can't be a fake Leng Mozhu!

However, the last sentence he said made Luo Qingqian frown slightly-someone has issued a secret hunt order in the rivers and lakes to hunt you down, so be careful on weekdays.

Covert Hunt Order? Or do you want to kill her, what's the situation?

Luo Qing couldn't think about it clearly, and always felt that there was a problem with where to exit.

She simply didn't want to think about it, and went to bed first. That nightmare just now seemed to be real, and now she has lingering palpitations!

Who knew that just lying down, a cold voice came from the window: "Miss Luo Er will actually be Leng Mozhu's life-saving benefactor!" It seems that this king also has a time to lose his eyes! ”

This time, Luo Qingqian was really not calm, sat up again, and sure enough, he saw a person standing at the window of his room.

The moonlight shone into the room behind him, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could see the slender and majestic body of the man shrouded in the moonlight, just standing like that, exuding endless coercion and cold silence, which vaguely made Luo Qingqian a little depressed.

Looking at Luo Qingqian, who was a little dazed, the man's cold voice sounded again: "What? It's only been half a day, and Miss Luo Er forgot about this king? As he spoke, the man slowly walked out of the shadows, and the moonlight reflected a very familiar face of Luo Qingqian.