Heart-stealing Love: The Wanted Runaway Wife

"I guess I'm right." The corners of the seven ancient mouths evoked a faint smile.

He stood up from the chair and slowly approached the willow leaf. The whole body of the willow leaf had raised the state of combat readiness to ensure that if Qigu went further, he would change his body, limbs and facial features to another position.

The seven ancient people also knew each other and stood where they were and didn't move again.

"I don't know how you can repay me for helping you so much," said Qigu with a smile hidden in his tone.

"You should try your best to help me now. Naturally, it will be useful to get me in the future. If you can use me at that time, naturally you will tell me."

Willow leaf turned her head. Her eyes were full of cold. Those eyes were like the eyes of an eagle, which only made people see sharp in their eyes.

Qigu laughed, and his laughter was particularly loud in the silent barracks.

"Come on, when can you let Mo Jing go?"

"You really want to make it clear that you want to save this woman out," Qi Gu raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the world's first female killer can't escape this circle of friendship.

Mo Jing's woman really has great magic. He once had great pity on a woman, but now he can recognize the great role of this woman for him.

"Don't worry about what I think. Anyway, I must save her today." The willow leaves turned their heads and their eyes were full of determination.

Qigu's mouth aroused a faint smile. He sorted out his suit and bounced the dust that didn't exist on his suit.

"I didn't intend to take that woman's life. I'll let her go, but not today."

There was a trace of dignity in Qigu's tone, which was irresistible.

Liu Ye looked at the soldiers who had been on guard outside and visually observed that there were about 100 soldiers. If he fought alone, he could not win at all, so he had to retreat.

"You take me to him now,"

Qigu nodded. He stood up and walked outside. The willow leaves closely followed the Qigu behind.

Her high heels stepped on the floor and made a clear sound.

Mo Jing doesn't know how long she slept in prison? She is dizzy all day. She eats when she has food and sleeps when she has sleep. In addition to being a little bored, Mo Jing's life is OK.

But she was very puzzled that she had stayed in this place for so long, and Xiao ran didn't come to find herself.

This made her very suspicious. The sound of high heels came from a distance. Mo Jing frowned tightly. She didn't know why. She always felt a familiar breath approaching her.

She stretched lazily. The sun shone on her and plated her with a layer of gold. The whole person looked incomparably soft.

There was a sound of opening the iron chain in front of her. Mo Jing looked ahead along the sound and fell in love with the clear eyes. There was no bottom in the middle of the eyes and no ripple,

Mo Jing looked down and saw the lips painted with flame red lips. Mo Jing was slightly surprised, and her eyes were full of unbelievable.

Liu Ye stood in front of Mo Jing and looked down at Mo Jing. It was obvious that the woman had been haggard for so many days. Her face was very pale without a trace of blood.

The willow leaf pushed open the iron door and went in.

"Why are you here?" Mo Jing turned her head and tried to stop thinking.

Don't let yourself think of willow leaves in a bad direction.

"Come and see you," the willow leaf's tone was still as cold as before, without a trace of emotion and ripples.

She tried to suppress the concern in her eyes.

"I'm fine, you can go", Mo Jing's voice is more light than willow leaves.

She nervously pulled the sleeves of her clothes, and sweat oozed from the palm of her hand. The sweat pressed her back tightly against the clothes, making him uncomfortable and hard to breathe.

"How have you been lately? Did they do anything bad to you? " The willow leaves squatted down, and the perfume of her body lingered on.

Mo Jing from the perfume smell, accurately smell a familiar breath, she absolutely can not hear wrong, is Xiao Ran's breath.

How can willow leaves have the breath of Xiao ran?

Mo Jing frowned suspiciously. Her eyes were full of confusion. She remembered a sentence she had said to herself before.

"I'm afraid Xiao Ran's heart is no longer on you."

I don't know why, when she thought of this, her heart jumped fiercely, missed a beat, and her breathing became tight.

"You leave quickly. I don't need any concern from you."

"Ouch, people care about you kindly. What's this attitude?" Qigu's mouth aroused a faint smile, and he walked into the cell with light steps.

There was no emotion in his eyes. He looked like watching a good play and leaned against the iron gate.

Mo Jing saw Qigu come in from behind. Her eyes scanned Qigu and Liu Ye back and forth.

"What is the relationship between you two?" She finally couldn't restrain her inner curiosity and asked.

"What's the relationship between us? Can't you see? " The seven ancients went forward and melted the willow leaves into their arms.

Liu Ye's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his killing intention flashed out from his eyes. Before he started, Qi Gu took back his palm.

"Friends, did you play very well?" Qigu raised his eyebrows and looked at the willow leaf, waiting for the willow leaf's answer.

Liu Ye hesitated for a long time and nodded.

Mo Jing heard this and lowered her head in despair. For so many days, she has been paralyzing herself. The reason why she appeared here has nothing to do with willow leaves.

But looking at the current relationship between LiuYe and Qigu, it seems that she has been deceiving herself.

Mo Jing's mouth aroused a sarcastic smile“ You can leave now. If I can, I hope I won't see you again. "

Mo Jing's voice seemed extremely desolate. Mo Jing's voice accurately fell into Liu Ye's ears, but it seemed to be a thorn. One by one, it plunged into Liu Ye's heart, which made him uncomfortable.

The willow leaf had no words. She pursed the corners of her mouth and turned away. Her back looked particularly cold and determined.

Qigu looked at the injured Mo Jing. A faint smile came up at the corners of his mouth, followed closely behind the willow leaves and went out.

For a moment, Mo Jing was the only one left in the cell. Her eyes looked particularly desolate.