After lunch, Nalan Qingyi and Jing Yirong didn't want to stay in the house anymore and went out. There were more and more people in Siyu Villa. But now it was very quiet.
Jing Yirong saw Nalan Zhijin's listless face. "I've been shopping all morning, why am I still so lackluster?"
"I don't know, I'm just so sleepy. Master, when can we leave here?" Nalan Zhijin rubbed his eyes.
"We will leave as soon as tomorrow is over." Jing Yirong knelt down and held Nalan Zhijin's face. "Are you sure you are fine?"
Nalan Zhijin was frightened by Jing Yirong's seriousness. He shook his head repeatedly. "I'm fine, Master. I really have nothing to do. It's just that I've been sleeping a little late these days."
"You're fine." Jing Yirong was relieved.
"Look, someone is flying a kite." Nalan Qingyi pointed at the kite flying in the sky and shouted.
Nalan Zhijin raised his head and his eyes immediately became energetic. "Really. Who is the person flying the kite in this yard?"
"She is the lady from Siyu Villa." Mo Feiyu replied. "A few days ago, I inquired about the lady from Siyu Villa who lives in this courtyard. The owner of Villa Ding is very fond of this lady. So he gave the most luxurious one in the village to her. The small courtyard was given to her to live in."
Nalan Zhijin looked at Jing Yirong. "Master, let's go in and have a look, okay?"
"Yes." Jing Yirong nodded. The group of people entered the small courtyard in a mighty manner. Sure enough, as Mo Feiyu said, this small hospital is indeed the largest and widest in the village. And the rockery layout in the small courtyard You can tell at a glance that it was made by specialized craftsmen.
In the crowd, a girl was flying a kite while whispering and giggling. She was wearing a bright green suit. Her slender figure and crisp laughter looked like an oriole.
"Ah, the kite fell on the tree." Following Nalan Zhijin's regretful cry, the kite that was flying in the air just now fluttered on the lake for some reason. A group of people gathered under the tree. The servants were all anxious. When they looked up, they didn't see any of the guards.
The servants approached the lake carefully, using branches and even handkerchiefs to catch the kite in the lake. Seeing that the kite was about to sink slowly, the lady from Siyu Villa leaned forward impatiently. Except for All parts of the body except the two feet were suspended on the lake.
The little girls holding her feet were all very strong at first. But after a while, they were swaying one by one. By the time they tried to pull the young lady back to the shore, they had no strength. One of them was careless and was careful. The foot slipped out of the hand.
Suddenly there were screams. Seeing that Miss Siyu Villa was about to fall into the water, Mo Feiyu, who was behind Jing Yirong, suddenly used his inner strength to use Qinggong to hold the girl who was about to fall into the water into his arms. He tapped the water surface. .I flew in front of the kite and picked it up effortlessly.
Holding the girl in one hand and holding the kite in the other, it slowly landed on the ground.
Ding Xiang lost her mind and looked at the man hugging her with some obsession. He was such a tall and handsome man. She had seen many men with strong martial arts skills. But he didn't have the slightest temperament of the person in front of her. He was not a simple martial artist. He was gentle. There is a hint of book weariness on the side of her face, which makes her feel very excited.
"Girl. Girl." Mo Feiyu called softly, thinking she was frightened.
Ding Xiang suddenly came back to her senses. Then she retracted her hand with a shy look. She lowered her head and took the kite from Mo Feiyu. "Thank you."
Mo Feiyu didn't care. "It doesn't matter. You have to be careful in the future and don't look for kites like this again. It will be bad if it really falls into the water."
"Thank you, sir." Ding Xiang raised her eyes and secretly glanced at Mo Feiyu for a long time.
"Xiang'er." Ding Zhong's urgent voice coming from behind interrupted Mo Feiyu's voice that was about to speak. Seeing that Ding Zhong had lost his usual composure and his face was solemn, he stepped forward with concern on his face. "How are you? Luo Xiang'er. How could you almost fall into the water just for a kite? Which damn servant was so careless?"
The girls standing behind Ding Xiang were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They knelt on the ground. "Master, please forgive me. Master, please forgive me. I know I was wrong."
"I know I was wrong." Ding Zhong's eyes were full of cruelty. He walked up to a girl and kicked her without hesitation. "Damned thing."
Nalan Qingyi's eyes widened. "How could he do this?"
Ding Dang, who was standing behind Ding Zhong, frowned slightly. "Dad, Xiang'er is fine now. Just forget it."
"Do you have the right to speak here?" Ding Zhong turned to look at Ding Dang fiercely. Ding Dang lowered his head. "My child talks too much. He deserves to die."
Mo Feiyu frowned involuntarily when he saw Ding Zhong's attitude towards Ding Dang. Seeing this, Ding Xiang hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Ding Zhong away. "Dad, if my daughter is fine, please don't get angry again. If you get angry again, your daughter will really be tortured." You are scared."
"Yeah." It was unbelievable that Ding Zhong's attitude turned around 180 degrees. The fierce expression just now turned into a smile in an instant. He was also gentle and doting. "It's dad's fault. Dad shouldn't be angry and scared. It's Xiang'er. Now, for the sake of Xiang'er, dad will spare their lives."
"Thank you, dad." Ding Xiang smiled sweetly.
Ding Zhong said softly: "Dad, take Xiang'er back to the house. The wind outside is too strong. What if Xiang'er gets sick?"
"Yes." Ding Xiang nodded softly. When she left, she didn't forget to take another look at Mo Feiyu. The sudden expression of love in her eyes made everyone present see it at a glance.
After Ding Zhong and Ding Xiang left, Mo Feiyu walked up to Ding Dang who was in a daze and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Ding Dang forced a smile. "Brother, I have some things to do and I have to leave first."
"Well, you go and do your work." After sending Ding Dang away, Mo Feiyu walked to Jing Yirong's side. Nalan Zhijin spoke first. "Brother Feiyu, don't you think there is a big difference? That Ding Zhong is very fond of me." My daughter is so nice, but my attitude towards my son is so bad."
Mo Feiyu nodded. He looked worriedly at Ding Dang's leaving figure. He always felt that there was a lot of sadness in that figure. Jing Yirong looked at Ding Dang and then at Mo Feiyu. In fact, anyone with eyes can see it. Come out. Ding Zhong not only has a bad attitude towards Ding Dang, but also has some disgust towards Ding Dang in his eyes. It seems that his existence is simply superfluous. Probably everyone will ignore this. When Mo Feiyu hugs Ding Xiang .Probably no one noticed the loneliness and bitterness in Ding Dang’s eyes. So she was almost certain that Ding Dang had a secret.
However, it's better to stay away from things that have nothing to do with her. Jing Yirong doesn't want to cause more trouble. She just waits for tomorrow to leave Siyu Villa.
At night, everything was silent. A sudden sound on the roof made Jing Yirong, who was sleeping lightly, open his eyes. He glanced at Nalan Qingyi, who was sleeping beside him. He opened his back and got out of bed, all the warning lights on his body lit up.
Mo Feiyu also left the house and walked to Jing Yirong. "There is someone on the roof."
"Protect them. I'll go take a look." After saying that, Jing Yirong flew up to the roof. Suddenly a figure flashed behind him. Jing Yirong followed her hurriedly. The black shadow flew around on the roof with her. Jing Yirong was about to leave Siyu Villa. Jing Yirong stared at the dark shadow and saw something familiar. Suddenly he realized something and stopped chasing. He turned around to leave.
A gust of breeze flashed past. Ye Xieming suddenly stood in front of Jing Yirong. "Why don't you chase me? This is not your style. Why don't you guess it's me and don't dare to chase anymore?"
"Get out of the way." Jing Yirong's voice seemed to be fished out of ice water.
Ye Xieming took another step toward Jing Yirong. "Tell me, are you afraid of me now? What are you afraid of me for? You are not afraid that my martial arts skills are better than yours. So you are afraid that you will have feelings for me."
"Shut up." Jing Yirong said suddenly. Then he sneered. "I am in love with you. Ye Xieming, you are too wishful thinking. I told you to get out not because I am afraid of you, but because I hate you. I hate you. I can think of being stupid when I see you." Those three months by your side. Those three months made me sick. They made me feel disgusted."
"Shut up." This time the person who told him to shut up was Ye Xieming. It seemed that he couldn't bear the words coming out of Jing Yirong's mouth. Ye Xieming's eyes that were proud just now were now gray.
Jing Yirong sneered. "Why should I shut up? I don't want to shut up. Since I want a reason, I will give it to you. Because every step I take towards you now makes me feel too dirty and disgusting, so I have to run away." "If I can't kill you, I will run away. Until I have the ability to kill you, I will not run away anymore. Then I will kill you just like erasing a stain."
"Shut up. I told you to shut up." Ye Xieming was on the verge of collapse. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Jing Yirong's neck. He twisted it hard and only needed a little more force to completely crush Jing Yirong. By killing her, you can prevent your heart from panicking and getting confused because of the woman in front of you.
The blood on Jing Yirong's face is getting less and less, but the smile on her face is getting bigger and bigger. It seems that this is what she wants. If she can't kill Ye Xieming, she would rather be killed by him. In this way, she can really forget as she said It's as simple as wiping off a stain.
Ye Xieming felt more pain in his heart because of Jing Yirong's attitude. He yelled like crazy and threw Jing Yirong out.
Jing Yirong was thrown to the ground violently. He vomited out a mouthful of blood while stroking his chest. Ye Xieming flew to the ground and stood not far away, looking at Jing Yirong infatuatedly. Jing Yirong thought he was going to do it again. When he took action, he turned around and disappeared into the night. There was silence in the air, as if nothing happened just now.
If it weren't for the vomited blood on the ground, Jing Yirong really thought that Ye Xieming had never appeared. But why. Why did she actually see pain in Ye Xieming's eyes before leaving. A stream of pain seemed to fall into the water. The helplessness of trying to breathe but not being able to breathe. The pain of being unable to speak even though one clearly wants to cry out.
Jing Yirong shook her head desperately. She was overthinking. She must be overthinking. Otherwise, how could she think that Ye Xieming would show such an expression? Jing Yirong stood up and raised his eyes. Unexpectedly, he found that Ye Xieming was still standing. On the rooftop in the distance, when he saw Jing Yirong standing up, he said disdainfully: "I really thought Jing Yirong had become so vulnerable and couldn't stand up after suffering such a slight injury."
"I won't die that easily." Jing Yirong replied politely.
"That's good." Ye Xieming finished his words. His black robe flashed in the wind and his whole body truly disappeared.
Jing Yirong stood there. He was worried about himself...
The cold wind blew across his cheeks. The delicate skin felt a little painful. There was still some pain in the chest. But all this was nothing compared to what he realized just now. Ye Xieming stood on the roof and did not leave. He just wanted to make sure that she was okay.
He should have thought that with his martial arts, this little injury couldn't hurt her at all. Just spitting out blood was nothing compared to the injuries he suffered before. But he actually cared about it. He was worried.
Jing Yirong felt as if two threads had come loose in her mind. The threads were all tangled together. No matter how hard she struggled, she just couldn't get them open. It was the first time Jing Yirong had this helpless feeling. Everything changed. He felt so weak and pale. Jing Yirong clenched his hands tightly and without pausing for a second, he raised his fist and hit the tree beside him. The huge tree trunk was shattered by the punch of Jing Yirong's tenth level of skill. It creaked and seemed like it could fall down at any time.