Host, You're Targeted

After Qi Ding and Li Yingyi went out and stood on the corridor, Yan Jichuan felt that this was not enough. He ordered the people who were close to the window on the other side of the corridor to put down the window, so that they could not attract the attention of other students.

When he went to the window, the man who closed the window made an expression of regret and atonement to Li Ying, and at the same time took away the stick supporting the window and closed the window.

For a long time, only two of them were left in the long corridor, and the only sound in their ears was the patter of rain.

Qi Ding suddenly felt embarrassed and said hello to Li Ying.

"Good morning, your highness."

Li Ying, who was standing at the door, suddenly glanced at Qi Ding with the light from the corner of his eye. This is not a killing look in other people's eyes, but it is not the same in Qi Ding's eyes, who knows that he is guilty and guilty.

To let Li Ying, who has never had any mood swings, look at people like this. In fact, it is no different from stabbing people out with his eyes. It has great lethality.

However, he asked for it by himself. If he played it carelessly, his highness nine, who had never had a black history, followed him and punished him. It was light to be gouged out.

Knowing that he had implicated him, Qi Ding immediately admitted that he was wrong, "Your Highness, I was wrong."

But Li Ying just looked at him indifferently. After staring for a second, he moved his eyes.

The wind and rain outside the corridor sprinkled on the corridor, leaving a water mark under their feet, and a few drops of water splashed on Li yingmo's black boots, leaving a drop of water stains which was quickly swallowed by black.

Qi Ding pursed his lips and looked at Li Ying, who was silent. Then he stretched his neck to look around him. After confirming that there was no other person nearby, he suddenly grabbed Li Ying's sleeve hem.

"Your Highness! The minister is really wrong! Your highness! Your highness

Qi Ding, with tears in his eyes, pulled Li Ying's sleeve and swayed. There was a rogue formation of "if you don't forgive me, I'll roll around to show you.".

Li Ying may feel humiliated, and subconsciously he has to reach out and shake him off. At the moment when he shook hands, Qi Ding let go of his sleeve.

With Li Ying's shaking hands, the black sleeves floated backward and slid gently across the wooden frame paper window. At the moment when the sleeve was about to fall, a hand extended to lift the sleeve again.

Well, Qi Ding won't pull the sleeve this time. He'll just pull his hand.

He held Li Ying's arm in his arms. No matter how Li Ying swung it, he would not let go, and there was a tendency to hold it more tightly.

Li Ying:

"Your Highness!" Qi Ding put his face in front of Li Ying, trying to impress him with his beauty, "Your Highness, please forgive me! I didn't mean to tease you! I was going to make your highness whole! Your highness, I was wrong! I'm really wrong

Li Ying is even more unhappy when it comes to Li's birthday.

"Why do you have to tell me repeatedly that you have a good relationship with my fourth brother?! I don't think you need to clean up! The shaft is not to be taught! "

Now, Li Ying seems really angry.

In any case, Li Ying is also a "young god of war" who has been fighting in the battlefield since he was a child. There is no one in the world who can trap him when he is awake. Before that, he has never pulled his hand out and patiently listened to Qi Ding admit his mistake, which is just conniving him.

But now this man will mention Li birthday in the middle of his introspection, which is not within the scope of Li Ying's connivance.

Qi Ding's arm, which was used as a life-saving straw, was pulled away. He was flustered for a moment. He was stunned for two seconds before he ran to the other end of the corridor bridge to chase Li Ying.

"Your Highness! I didn't No, I'm not Your highness, listen to me! "

Qi Ding trotted to catch up with Li Ying, who was walking fast. He reached for his sleeve.

This time, Li Ying seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. As soon as Qi Ding's hand touched his sleeve, he turned around and retreated. A series of movements were like performing some unique martial arts skills of drifting on the ground.

"Temple..."

"Qi Ziyan, have you done enough?"

Li Ying was really angry, but he didn't know what he was angry about.

His two fists hidden in his sleeve became fists, and his fingertips were embedded in the cocoon of the sword made by holding the sword all the year round. It was not painful, but his heart was itchy.

Qi Ding was roared by him. He raised his eyes to look for his eyes. He ran into those peach blossom eyes which were dyed red by sullen anger. He was obviously angry, but it was like a gorgeous peach blossom, which made people feel the impulse to raise their hands and touch them.

In fact, Qi Ding held out his hand to Li Ying in a trance. Just when his fingertip was only one centimeter away from Li Ying's eye, the seven spirits and six spirits that Li Ying had been scared to lose returned to their original position.

Li Ying was also angry with him. When he saw his hand stretched out, he didn't hide. Instead, he opened his eyes and glared at him.

A light suddenly flashed in the sky behind Li Ying, which made both of them blink.

"Boom --"

a dull thunder resounded over their heads. Qi Ding shook and his hand touched Li Ying's corner of the eye."You..."

The warm fingertips touched the soft soft, cold skin around the corner of the eye, and both of them bounced away like an electric shock.

The rain outside the corridor is still pattering.