Thinking of this, Luo Wusheng's thoughts involuntarily deserted, I don't know if Ye Qingjue was in a hurry in the autumn of her absence, or if he had forgotten her existence. Also, is her master, who seems to be a fool and not doing her job, Ghost Face Guyu, happy to be crazy when she finds her gone, or is she sad and doesn't think about tea and dinner?

It's not that Luo Wusheng is greedy for anything here, it's that she can't go back, from the mysterious disappearance of the coachman who promised her, and the guards from the city gate trying their best to stop her, she knows that she can't go back.

Luo Wusheng began to feel that she was being targeted by the Scholar Pavilion to be trapped in this ink city, even if she had given up the idea of going back now, even if she was now in the city lord's mansion, one of the three main cities of the Liang Kingdom, the feeling of being watched still did not weaken in the slightest. She didn't know what else she had to do, so that the person behind the scenes could let her go, she could only make herself appear more unsympathetic, more greedy and vain, perhaps, this is what the person wanted. Luo Wusheng had already acted to the point that she was about to forget what she was like when she came to this world, if it weren't for the appearance of Fifth Mo tonight, I'm afraid it would be......

"Luo Wusheng!!" The voice of the fifth ink poured into Luo Wusheng's ears like thunder that resounded through the sky, pulling Luo Wusheng back from the indulgence of thoughts.

"Ah?!, in the !!" Luo Wusheng was suddenly pulled back, a little flustered, and responded to the fifth ink in a panic.

When he saw someone already sitting in the bed, Luo Wusheng's countless eyes flew through his heart, "What's the matter?!, my Mo eldest son !!" The words were almost squeezed out of Luo Wusheng's teeth: Really, just thinking about someone in my family and my master, he has already gone to bed, can't he close his eyes and sleep quietly?

Watching Luo Wusheng go from absent-mindedness to panic and then to resentment at the moment, Fifth Mo's heart was a little uncomfortable, and even a little uncomfortable, what made her so absent-minded? Is it a family member, or a man?

Yes, to this day, he doesn't know if he has a sweetheart, and every time he thinks that she already has a sweetheart, Fifth Mo will feel an inexplicable throbbing pain in his heart. But in just an instant, he drove this emotion out of his head, and Luo Wusheng could only be his fifth ink.

Even though the fifth Mo's heart has gone through thousands of sails and thousands of changes, but there is no expression on his face, his father has warned him since he was a child: The strong never express joy and anger. And he is already accustomed to the disguise of this so-called strong man.

"Cover the quilt. Therefore, in response to Luo Wusheng at this moment, he still used a normal tone that could no longer be normal, without the slightest trace of other emotions.

Hearing Fifth Mo's words, Luo Wusheng couldn't help muttering: "Really, don't you have any hands?"

As a person who practices martial arts, and the fifth ink who is a first-class martial artist, how good his ear power is, but he only responded with the word "um?"

Fifth Mo's "Huh?" made Luo Wusheng a little frightened, and even a little happy: fortunately, his voice was not loud, but fortunately, he only heard the voice and did not hear the content clearly.

Luo Wusheng immediately transformed into a little haba to please his master: "It's okay! It's okay! It's okay! It's okay!

As he spoke, Luo Wusheng immediately moved quickly to the bed with small steps, "Hehe...... Childe, you lie down first. ”

Fifth Mo didn't say anything, and lay down very obediently.

Luo Wusheng saw that Fifth Mo didn't say anything, so she lay down obediently, she was slightly stunned, but after a while, she returned to normal, two thin hands like chicken feet picked up the quilt and covered the Fifth Mo, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt, lest the wind enter again in the cold day, and the master was frozen, she couldn't afford it.

Fifth Mo looked at Luo Wusheng like this, and unconsciously stretched out his hand from the quilt and grabbed Luo Wusheng's hands, "Wusheng......"

Fifth Mo's sudden move really scared Luo Wusheng, but after Luo Wusheng reacted, he didn't have too much emotion, but let his hands be grabbed by Fifth Mo: "Good, it's not too early, it's time to sleep." ”

Luo Wusheng's tone of voice was full of pampering, but it was this spoiling that made Fifth Mo silently let go of his hand, don't open his eyebrows and no longer look at Luo Wusheng, because the spoiling tone was very similar to the tone of his nurse who coaxed him to sleep when he was a child, without the slightest affection between men and women, he was afraid that he would not hold back and do something to hurt her, and then, she resolutely fled.

"You go to sleep, too. The voice of the fifth ink was very soft, very light, so light that he was reluctant to swallow it.

Luo Wusheng was happy when he saw that Fifth Mo had let himself go so quickly, but he said, "It's okay, wait for you to fall asleep." ”

Luo Wusheng thought in his heart: People, politeness always has to go, otherwise who will the so-called civilization leave to?

"Do you want to sleep?" Fifth Mo Hui looked at Luo Wusheng with fixed eyes.

Luo Wusheng really wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood and spray it on Fifth Mo's face, so that he would be sober and sober: Ya, I just said that I want to inherit the traditional virtues of my Great China, and be polite. I didn't expect someone to use virtue to kick his nose in the face, it's really ......

After Luo Wusheng gave the fifth ink with a blank look, he went back to his house without looking back, and went to find his own quilt and make an appointment.

It's night, with the bleakness of winter and the unique darkness.

Fifth Mo, who was wearing a cloak, was sitting on the edge of Luo Wusheng's bed, watching someone's miserable sleeping appearance. It's a terrible thing to get used to, and it's only been a few days, and it's already hard to extricate yourself. He was used to watching her fall asleep, and he was used to watching her sleep peacefully for a while, and he could only fall asleep after he went back.

Fifth Mo covered the quilt kicked open by Luo Wusheng for her again, and gently scraped Luo Wusheng's nose: "You, you were still tucking the corners of the quilt for me just now, and now you will kick the quilt yourself, if I don't go this way, if you freeze yourself because of this, where will you have any strength to accompany me?" As if Luo Wusheng could hear what he said, Fifth Mo smiled heartily, leaving a long and light kiss mark on Luo Wusheng's forehead.

If it weren't for Luo Wusheng's restless hand, how could Fifth Mo be reluctant to let his lips leave because of the perception that disturbed him. Fifth Mo lowered his head and chuckled, just for a moment, there was no expression on his face, he put Luo Wusheng's hand into the quilt, then stroked the black hair on her sideburns, and left Luo Wusheng's room with all the nostalgia.