Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

Leng Yiyao looked up and saw Hemo's face.

The deep and cold facial features, as if stained with a thin layer of ice, even the corners of the eyes are a bit colder. It was probably because he had always condoned her. Since entering the imperial capital, she had never seen him show such a look.

They are people who don't trust others easily from the bottom of their hearts. Because, with too much blood on his back and too many killings, he is no longer innocent and innocent.

At this moment, instead of being angry, she smiled like a flower, just like a fragrant orchid in the air, so beautiful that people hold their breath.

Hemo looked surprised, but saw that she had turned her eyes away, took another sip of tea, and said lightly: "Stopping is martial arts; thinking through good fortune and doing things with you is a skill. I can't tell the source of what I learned. If you are interested, I will show it to you next time." She raised her head and looked up at the sky, the Milky Way fell into her eyes, as if to bring her back to her homeland. She suddenly remembered what the instructor had said, and couldn't help whispering softly. Martial arts was popular in the homeland many years ago, but gradually passed by in the vast years. There were too many memories in her mind, not because she didn't want to say it at all, but because it was not a good thing that others knew too much.

Just like this one...

Stop Ge Fang as Wu?

Think through good fortune, just follow the path as the technique?

Hemo frowned, hearing such an explanation for the first time.

Martial arts?

Is there such a genre in the Empire? Or is he ignorant and completely ignorant of this?

Seeing her gaze towards the sky, she was lazy, as if she had removed all the disguise, she was a little bit dusty.

Hemo was really sure, she was really a little drunk.

It's just that there is still a trace of clarity in my mind.

Right now, he was staying in the room, chatting with her, but to her, it was an interruption.

He got up and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, when you figure it out someday, if you want to find someone to talk to, I'll be there anytime." He didn't understand why a sixteen-year-old child was so complicated. Identity, status, and behavior can be faked, but a person's soul can never be disguised. In front of her, even if he is aloof and holding the military, she is not afraid. Just appreciating, just convincing, but not in awe.

From the bones, in her eyes, he is just an ordinary person like her. Will be born, old, sick and die, will experience everything, such a soberness, such a calmness...

His palms were slightly clenched, as if he was restraining his emotions, and as if he was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

When Leng Yiyao looked up at him again, he found that his eyes were as strong as a jar of old wine. He had been buried under a tree for many years before being dug out. Strong aroma and long staying power——

Her heart was a little hot for no reason, she stretched out her hand and touched her face. The heat after drinking in the evening was not dissipated.

Isn't she just a little girl who hasn't been in the world?

The corners of his eyes were wet, like an elk that only lost his way in the forest, so clean and lovely, people couldn't help but want to get it in his arms...

"It's getting late, I won't bother." Hemo's expression suddenly changed. In Leng Yiyao's surprised expression, he stood up, moved the coffee table, and quietly stopped her actions: "You just I don’t need to send it away. I will have the change of clothes delivered to the door tomorrow morning and go to bed early. It will not be easy to report to the military school tomorrow."

hiss?

Leng Yiyao was a little confused about this person who came and left.

What do you mean by turning your head and leaving without saying a few words?

Obviously, he himself wanted to come in and chat.

"Okay." However, she was a little dizzy in her mind tonight, and she didn't want to keep him too much, so he could do whatever he wanted.

She got up, still preparing to pretend to send him off.

Who knows, he just moved the coffee table smoothly, the position changed, and it just fell to her feet, she didn't pay attention, and the whole body staggered and fell forward.

The moment her body lost her balance, Leng Yiyao couldn't help but cursed the delicateness of this body again. Ma Dan, just drank a bottle of wine, and low-grade fruit wine, why are you so disobedient?

Hemo saw her loose bathrobe wrapped in her slender rope and fell into her arms, and her first reaction was to stretch out her right hand to hold her firmly. Unexpectedly, she suddenly turned half of her body out of thin air, just avoiding his contact, and lying on her back on the coffee table...

The air between the two suddenly became particularly solemn.

Leng Yiyao blinked, rubbed her shoulders, thinking that it was okay that she was not heavy, that is, the slight bar was enough, this soft bathrobe took off a lot of strength.

But when he raised his head, he saw Hemo's face darkened to the end!

"You just don't want me to catch you?" It was clear that as long as she didn't move, she would be held by him. There was nothing wrong with her, but she just avoided his right hand!

Is his hand electrified?

You can't touch it!

Leng Yiyao let out a "Uh" cry, a little bit unrecognized where this person's temper came from. She was just a subconscious action, could it hurt his man's self-esteem?

Besides, she was lying on the coffee table, and she didn't really bump into her. Does he need this kind of reaction?

His brain was corroded by alcohol and his IQ was almost lost, and Leng Yiyao couldn't even react to what he meant by coming to Hemo.

She didn't take advantage of him, could it be wrong?

I heard that anyone dared to throw arms at him before, and decided to drag him out the next day and beat him to death.

She was clearly thinking about her own life.

"Hello, hello!" Hemo put down his hand, his expression was stiff, and he looked at her like this without saying anything, and turned his head and left.

"Hey," she turned over from the coffee table, and was about to say, "Slow down, I'll send you off." As a result, the man in front suddenly had a stop and she almost ran into it.

The dark pupils lowered and fell straight in front of her eyes. He bends down, and almost his breath can touch the other's face at the distance from her: "Tomorrow morning, I will ask Frey to take you to report. Don't be late."

Therefore, the man's face is like a March sky. It was sunny at one time, cloudy at one time, and rainy at one time.

Leng Yiyao almost rolled her eyes at him directly, thinking that you are in charge.

Hemo rubbed his temples, just thinking why he came to her room so much. She was clearly drunk, drunk in a mess.

I didn't make a routine, but I was so angry. The gain is not worth the loss!

Turning around, regardless of her emoji, he closed the door and left.

Frey, who was sitting on the sofa on the first floor, shook his neck suddenly, watching the Marshal with a look of disbelief before he stepped into the house, and got down after ten minutes.

This black face, could it be that Miss Leng was driven out by Miss Leng?

Thinking about it further down, it was just fine. Miss Leng became a Miyoshi student after she was clearly drunk. She promised everything with a good temper. What did the marshal do to anger the rare Miss Leng with such a good temper?

Once again, when Leng Yiyao came to open the door, her white bathrobe and her slender white neck were hissing--

"Why are you stupid standing there? Don't go back to sleep!" When Hemo came downstairs, he saw Frey looking at him with a strange expression on his face, feeling that the blood all over his body was beginning to surge. For many years, I haven't suffered this kind of anger. He kindly wanted to save her, but he was still rejected?

"Yes, yes." Frey lowered his head and almost immediately suppressed the shocked expression on his face.

He, he seems to have guessed the truth of the indescribable.

Finally, looking up at the room upstairs, Frey silently drew a cross in his heart and apologized. He didn't expect that the marshal would take advantage of Miss Leng to get drunk and beastly.

No wonder I asked him when I was at the door just now, Miss Leng's reaction when she was drunk, after he answered, she will immediately go upstairs to investigate...

Frey glanced at his mouth, looked at Hemo's back, and sighed slightly.

Marshal, you are too impatient...

Hemo who returned to the room was almost furious, don't think he didn't see the meaning of Frey's eyes.

Thought he deliberately took advantage of Leng Yiyao in the room?

Which eye did he see?

Does he need to use this kind of wrist?

But when he thought of her moose eyes just now, his sudden anger was suddenly drawn completely.

A little girl who had drunk completely wiped out his temperament after so many years of self-cultivation. Should he be glad that he has not become an old man, or should he gritted his teeth for this person's unconscious behavior?

Suddenly sitting on the sofa, he glanced at the moonlight outside the window.

So, Leng Yiyao, are you ready? Are you ready for tomorrow's military academy trip, ready to thoroughly enter the world I live in, and enter the cradle of training senior military officials?