Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 263 The Secret of the Pit Depth 065 Meters (5)
Mo Jiu's boat was also brightly lit.On the deck and in the cabin, patrolling soldiers occasionally walked by. They walked in unison, a group of three, dressed in soft armor, holding knives and halberds, serious and dedicated.

"Who!?"

A soldier looked at the swaying window and suddenly let out a low shout.

"No, someone broke in."

Another followed suit.

"There are assassins—"

The third growled too.

Soon, the guards on the entire ship were startled, and the sound of footsteps on the board made a "boom".Some of the Xiao family members who had already fallen asleep put on their clothes and got up, and some opened the cabin to inquire.However, there were several assassins, and the guards couldn't tell whether there were assassins or not.

"I seem to see a figure passing by..." The three soldiers on patrol looked at me and at you, but none of them could see clearly.

"Look around and make sure it's safe."

"Here!"

"Your side, my side!"

Mo Jiu heard the noise and chaos outside.But she was very lazy, yawning, reading a book, and didn't like to move.She didn't close it until the window "squeaked" open and a figure rushed into the cabin from outside the window.

The moon-white men's soap boots are clean and tidy, and the corners of the moon-white soft silk robe... Looking up, the hair sash rolled up by the river wind is raised high, the man's white skirt is stained with a little blood, a The black scarf, which was in stark contrast to the white, covered half of his face, but it still couldn't hide his handsomeness, nor could he hide a trace of sickness on his pale face.

assassin?

Mo Jiu put down his book and looked at him quietly.

The man held his sword hilt and walked slowly towards her bed.

If you look closely, there seems to be a smile on his face.

Mo Jiu looked at his chest... the color of bright red had not stopped bleeding, and the color of warmth had not stopped laughing.

This person's appearance and expression are somewhat similar to that of Dong Ji who drank with her under the moon in Xiao's mansion that day.

She actually doesn't remember much about Dong Ji's appearance, it's just an intuition, an illusion of uncertainty.

So, she wasn't afraid, she just stared at him without moving.

There was a slight smile in the visitor's eyes, and his brows and eyes were much softer than when he entered the cabin, but the noble aura still gave her a sense of oppression, "Why, you don't recognize me?"

The footsteps of the guards outside sounded "dong dong", and the tension in the cabin did not subside, but the "assassin" was very calm. After asking Mo Jiu, he slowly took off the black scarf covering his face, and put away his sword Putting it into the sheath, he looked at her quietly.

"You are..." Under the dim light, Mo Jiu was leaning on the couch with loose hair. When he saw this man's face, he suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, "Dong Ji?"

"Fortunately I remembered."

Dong Ji didn't seem to be afraid of the guards outside. He smiled lightly, turned around calmly, closed the window carefully, then approached Mo Jiu's bed, and said in a low voice, "It's cool at night, put the quilt on."

Mo Jiu let out an "oh", calmed down her previous shock and nervousness, pulled the corner of the quilt, and continued what she hadn't finished saying before, "No wonder you look a little familiar, so it's really you."

Dong Ji glanced at her with a smile, sat on the stool at the head of the bed familiarly, and said with a light smile, "I thought it wouldn't take you so long to recognize me."

His face was against the light, hidden in a dense halo, a little tired, a little lazy, maybe because of the injury, the sickness on his face seemed to be gone, but even so, that body Mo Jiu was still sensitive to the aura of the hostess.

(End of this chapter)