When Yun Ruohan heard this, his heart froze, and he smiled: "Ready to leave?"

He knew Twelve's temperament, originally she planned to go to the Divine King Palace immediately after destroying the Xuannu Palace, if it wasn't for his injury that delayed the trip, I'm afraid she would have already arrived at the Divine King Palace, right?

"Well, it's been delayed for half a month, it's time. Twelve nodded indifferently, "You all pack your things, and tomorrow we will go to the God King Palace!"

12. The decision is finalized.

"Good. The crowd echoed in unison.

After breakfast, Qiu Lou and Yun Ruoshui went to the street to buy some essential supplies, many of the things they bought last time had been used up, Yun Ruoshui went back to the room to recuperate, and the twelve sat on the stone bench in the backyard, bored basking in the sun, with a pot of sake on the elbow, on the top of their heads, the branches were green, and the layers of leaves blocked the bright sunlight in the sky.

A black shadow jumped down the wall, the twelve eyebrows frowned, and quickly turned around, and the wine cup in his hand hit the person directly.

"That's how you treat people who are kind to you?" Fortunately, Mo Bai was alert, and in an instant he turned sideways to avoid it, and the wine cup clicked into the gray wall, and was instantly thrown into slag.

He straightened the black robe on his body, raised his feet and walked to the side of Twelve, carefully examined her, and put his fingers on his chin thoughtfully.

"It's you. Twelve looked at him and asked suspiciously, "Weishenme will come?"

When he left, didn't he look very uninterested in himself?

The black-clothed messenger shrugged his shoulders, and the frost on his face receded slightly: "Help someone deliver a letter." ”

The twelve eyebrows are tall, and there is already a faint answer in his heart, since he is a person in the Divine King Palace, the person who asked him to pass on the word is probably also from the Divine King Palace, except for Ling Yuhan, she can't think of anyone else.

"What message did he ask you to send?"

Mo Bai smiled slightly: "It seems that you still remember him." Picking up the hem of his clothes, he casually walked around the table on the stone bench opposite the twelve, as if he were in his own backyard, without any restraint.

"Tell the point. "How could Twelve not hear the meaning of the joke in his words?" his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were cold.

"It's impatient. Mo Bai shook his head, clasped his hands on his chin, "He asked me to relay a word from you." ”

"What words?" Twelve asked rhetorically, a little tired of this question-and-answer model.

Mo Bai hooked his lips and smiled, and the coldness on his face suddenly receded, as if in an instant, as if spring flowers were blooming in an instant, "He said, tell you not to go." ”

Twelve was stunned, blinked, and his expression was rarely sluggish.

Don't go?

The corners of his mouth curved up with a touch of cold arc, his index finger lightly tapped the stone table table, there was an arrogance between his eyebrows, and the body sitting upright, the shadow reflected on the ground was stretched by the sun, faintly looking a little tall and majestic.

"I see. She replied lightly.

"To be honest, I'm curious. Mo Bai said calmly, "What does he think you will kill the God King Hall for him?"

Twelve met his burning gaze, his lips pursed, and suddenly, he spoke: "You should ask him this question, not me." ”

She was also curious, weishenme he would be so sure that he would go to the Temple of the God King to save him?

What is the rationale?

Is he so confident in knowing himself?

Twelve didn't believe it, but after meeting again and again, Ling Yuhan seemed to see her through, as if he knew every thought and every action of her!

Mo Bai was blocked by Twelve's words, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he hid his face and sighed, if he could pry the answer out of Ling Yuhan's mouth, would he still need to ask her?

"But, forget it," Mo Baixu patted his sleeve and straightened up, "I just want to say, if you can, you'd better not hurt him." ”

Harm?

Twelve raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "It seems that this sentence is not your turn to say." ”

"Hmph!" Mo Bai snorted coldly, "If you dare to hurt him......"

Even if he fights for his life, he will kill her!

This is his consciousness as Ling Yuhan's best friend!

Seeing that Mo Bai's back was about to leave, Twelve suddenly lifted the pot and drank several sips of wine in the air, her movements were free and tidy, with her unique boldness!

Then, as soon as her five fingers were loosened, the wine jug smashed on the ground, and she said coldly: "Tell him, wait for me in the God King Palace!"

Wait for her to save him tomorrow!

The words were sonorous and powerful, as if she was swearing to someone! Mo Bai's face changed suddenly, she turned around suddenly, and looked at Twelve in disbelief, she sat firmly like a mountain, her back gently leaned against the trunk of the tree, her ink hair flew up and down in the wind, her black clothes were dignified, and there was a surging arrogance between her eyebrows, and her delicate appearance became vivid and dazzling for some reason at this moment.

Mo Bai's heart moved slightly, "I will convey it on my behalf." ”

He smiled with relief, at least this trip was not in vain, at least, he knew, Han's persistence might be meaningful, didn't it?

The figure flickered in place, and the next moment it had jumped out of the gray wall, and it was not until after he left that Twelve looked sideways at the corridor on the left side of the courtyard, and at the end of the red-painted corridor, connecting the lobby, there was a person standing quietly, silently.

"Still not coming out?" Twelve eyes were cold, she had already noticed that someone was peeping, but the breath was too familiar, so that she never made a move, if it was someone else, with her vigilance, even if Mo Bai was present, I am afraid she would have drawn her knife out of the sheath.

Ming Ye moved his steps, walked out of the shadows with a cold face, the fist on his side clenched and gurgled, he couldn't describe it at all, when he heard the conversation between the twelve and the black-clothed messenger, especially when Ling Yuhan's words were mentioned, how much his heart hurt, it was like being suddenly hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, a dull pain!

With a face so gloomy that he could wring out water, he walked up to Twelve, and did not speak, only exuding a compelling coldness.

Twelve didn't ask him why he was eavesdropping, he wouldn't hurt her, would he?

After meditating for a while, until the midday sun was slanting down and the earth was blazing, Twelve got up and prepared to go back to his room for meditation.

"Master!" Ming Ye suddenly grabbed Twelve's wrist, the force was so heavy that it seemed to crush her hand bones, a pair of dark eyes, staring at her deeply, there seemed to be a thousand words hidden in it.

With a wave of his backhand, Twelve easily broke free from his shackles, and a trace of displeasure flashed between his eyebrows, "If you have something to say, just say it!"

What she doesn't like the most is to be manipulated, even if it's the night that follows her!

But Twelve didn't think about it, every time she got along with Ling Yuhan, no matter how intimate she was, she always clamored to kill him, but he still lived unharmed until now, what did it mean?

Twelve didn't want to think about it, or didn't dare to think about it, there was always a voice in her heart reminding her that if she explored it again, something would get out of her control!

"Master, Ling Yuhan of the Divine King Palace......" Ming Ye said astringently, "Do you really just treat him as an ordinary friend?"

If it were an ordinary friend, would your expression be so vivid when Weishenme mentioned her?

If it's an ordinary friend, weishenme can you tolerate him who has repeatedly behaved intimately towards you?

If it's an ordinary friend, why is the zuihou sentence you said to that person so firm that it makes his heart ache?

If it's an ordinary friend......

Looking at the silent Twelve, Ming Ye felt that his heart was like being gnawed by thousands of ants, his face turned white, and his eyes were surging with boundless pain.

He should have known......

Stumbling under his feet, he took a big step backwards in the night, almost fell, his palms propped up on the stone table, his five fingers clasped the edge of the table, "Master," there was an obvious tremor in his voice, he tried his best to restrain the despair and desolation in his heart, and raised a smile with difficulty: "You really just see him as a ......"

"Otherwise?" Twelve refused to listen to the unfinished words of the rest of the night, and there was a moment of apprehension in her heart, as if what she was trying to escape was about to break through the ground, her brows furrowed fiercely, her eyes were cold, her eyes were sharp, and she just stared at Ming Ye, "Otherwise, what else do you think it could be?"

Really......

Twelve's heart hurts, maybe he should take out a mirror and show it to his master, her expression at the moment is clearly trying to cover up! The sharp teeth bit heavily on the lower lip, and there was even a bloody smell spreading in his mouth, but he didn't feel pain tomorrow night, compared to this, the pain in his heart was more than a thousand times a hundred times!

"It's the night of tomorrow. He lowered his head in despair, the sun shone on his cheeks with red lips and white teeth, and his slender and slightly curly eyelashes flickered up and down, sprinkling circles of deep and shallow darkness around his eyes, and the whole person was desolate and lonely.

Twelve o'clock was a little upset, she snorted coldly, didn't look at Ming Ye, turned around and left, leaving only a touch of indifferent back, which stung Ming Ye's eyes.

Master......

The lips closed one by one, but it was difficult to call out the sound, the voice seemed to be stuck by an invisible big hand, breathing was not smooth, and the bright night was clutching his chest in pain, supporting the stone table, trembling under the great grief.

There was a small whimper from his mouth, like a wild beast wailing!

In the courtyard, the cool breeze whistled by, and the fallen leaves on the ground swirled in the air.

Master, do you really know what Ling Yuhan represents in your heart?

Tomorrow night closed his eyes bitterly, and a tear slipped out of the corner of his eye silently and fell quietly.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

His love has ended before it has even blossomed.

Master, you care about him and like him, you know?

There was a great pain in his heart, and his lips raised a desolate smile, and in his ears, it seemed that something had crumbled into residue with a click.

Qiu Lou strangely found that today and Ruyi don't seem to be very right, one has a cold face, although she usually doesn't smile much, but she has never been, just standing beside her, she makes herself feel like she will be frostbitten, and the other She looked at the bright night that always lowered her head and silently picked up the white rice, the corners of her mouth twitched, and the other seemed to have lost seven souls, and the whole person was decadent, lonely, and even a little desperate.

Could it be that something happened that she didn't know?

Qiu Lou's gaze kept wandering between twelve and tomorrow night, and he always felt that there was something wrong between the two of them.

The dinner table, which was always lively and lively, was so quiet at the moment that it was audible, not only Qiu Lou noticed the unusualness of the two, but the Yun brothers and sisters also knew it, but they concealed it very well, not as curious as Qiu Lou.

After eating dinner quietly, Twelve straightened up and went back to the room to practice, Qiu Lou watched her back and entered the room, only then moved her ass to sit down next to Ming Ye, poked his stiff arm, and asked quietly, "Did you quarrel with Ruyi?"

Tomorrow Night trembled, his teeth clenched his lips, he raised his head sadly, looked at Twelve's room, and didn't say a word, but the pathetic aura on his side seemed to be much stronger.

Yun Ruohan stretched out his hand and slapped Qiu Lou's head heavily: "After eating, I will find something to do by myself, what are you talking nonsense?"

He is a clear-eyed person, so he can naturally see that this is a sentimental injury tomorrow night! Just like when he was rejected by Twelve, the sadness that spreads from his bones is because he has experienced it, so he can understand and empathize.

Qiu Lou pouted, glaring at Yun Ruohan indignantly several times, if it wasn't for Yun Ruoshui's quick hand to drag her away, maybe she would have said something.