A cold light flashed in Mo Hanqing's eyes.

Twelve lay on the bed, and only felt that his master looked at him with a look in his eyes, as if he was looking at the meat on the chopping board, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"That...... Ahem...... Childe ......" Twelve pondered for a moment, and finally spoke cautiously: "The injuries on the subordinates are fine, Childe should please go back to his room to rest, the subordinates really dare not bother Childe to guard the ...... here."

Mo Hanqing came back to his senses, glanced at Twelve again, nodded, turned around and went out of his room.

Outside, it was just the right night, and a new moon hung like a hook in the starry night sky, reflecting the dim and warm lights in the courtyard, and reflecting a faint bamboo shadow on the ground. The night breeze of spring with a hint of coolness brushed his cheeks and blew into his heart, as if it also blew away some of the unhappiness accumulated in his heart.

It's just that in this quiet night, a dark shadow suddenly swept over the beams of the house.

Mo Hanqing's expression was straight, seeing that the black shadow swept past the side room and rushed into the main house, he suddenly sneered in his heart, he couldn't imagine that in this Feihe Villa, there were also people who wanted to take his life.

At that moment, he reached for the saber at his waist, lightened his steps, and walked slowly towards the main house.

Through the papier-mâché window, a faint flickering candlelight was revealed, and the main house was quiet, if he hadn't just seen a black shadow swept in, he was afraid that he would really be ambushed by the enemy.

Mo Hanqing's hand holding the sword tightened, and the other hand gently pushed the door open.

The moment he opened the door, a pink figure swept in front of him, and then the sword in his hand disappeared.

Mo Hanqing was shocked in his heart, and in the next second, he had already been cut off his hands from behind, and then, a sweet breath swept through his nose.

"I heard that you want my grandfather to teach you martial arts??" A crisp and sweet voice sounded behind him.

Mo Hanqing turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Ye Qiqi's big black and white eyes staring at him.

is obviously a little girl who is so much shorter and so much smaller than himself, but the force of clasping his hands and wrists makes him unable to break free no matter what.

"Let go." He ordered towards Ye Qiqi in a cold voice.

"Not loose." Ye Qiqi grimaced at him, and then increased the force of clasping his wrist, "You can't even beat me, and you dare to let my grandfather teach you, hum!" Think beautifully!! ”

"......" Mo Hanqing's face suddenly turned pale.

Although his martial arts are not among the best in Mexico, he is also above twelve, and he didn't expect to be subdued by this little girl with only one move, since he was a child, he really has never been so aggrieved.

"Let me go!!" Mo Hanqing's voice was cold, and he repeated it again to Ye Qiqi with a temperature that could almost freeze people to death.

"I'm not going to let it go." Ye Qiqi's moist eyes turned, and he suddenly smiled evilly: "Unless ......"

"......" Mo Hanqing looked at her coldly, completely ignoring her deliberate pause.

"Unless you call me Master!" Ye Qiqi raised his little head and said softly towards him.

The temperature around Mo Hanqing dropped in an instant, he stared at those cold eyes, looked at Ye Qiqi with an almost murderous gaze, and replied to her two words in a cold voice: "Dream!" ”

"You don't call me Master??" Ye Qiqi wrinkled his little pink face, his eyes rolled slightly, and he suddenly approached him and said, "If you don't call my master, I'm going to kiss you......"