Chapter 20 (1/2)

Seeing this, long Qiye's just released hand grabbed Shan Moyan's arm again and said softly, ”girl, how can you catch this crude object?” then he winked at Mu Ye standing on his side and said, ”Mu ye?”

Shan Moyan understood this behavior of dragon seven nights as being considerate to her. At present, she was moved and secretly promised. Straighten up, blush with a small face, rub the corners of his clothes and stand on his side. He didn't pull away the arm grabbed by the Dragon seven nights. It's a feeling of a little bird depending on others. Anyone with eyes can see that there is an unusual ambiguous smell inside, including the single moon stone with only one pair of eyes.

”Yes, my Lord, my subordinates will help Miss Shan Qi throw the stone far away to remove the obstacles”. Mu ye, who did his duty, got the order, immediately stood at attention and looked like he was willing to work for the master. His reply was also sonorous and powerful.

Long Qiye secretly scolded in his heart: fool, but it's hard to say clearly. He turned sideways and glared at Mu Ye.

The wooden night stared at him inexplicably, but also felt weak and cold. His whole body was sweating. Did... Did the master think he was too slow and talked too much? On such a thought, Mu ye put aside long Qiye's sight and hurriedly bent down to pick up the stone loaded Shan Mingyue and threw it out.

Although Muye's martial arts are under the Dragon seven nights, he can follow him every day as his left and right hands. The force is not far from him. This throw is far away and fast. He still finds the place where the stone should stay. It's too late for the Dragon seven nights to stop. His heart trembles when he listens to the touch sound of the stone falling to the ground.

”Well...”

A slight groan came from the rockery stone pile where the stone fell to the ground. Shan Moyan, who had no martial arts skills, could not hear it. His face continued to burn, dreaming of princes and princesses. But as martial arts practitioners, longqiye and Muye are clear.

Long Qiye's eyebrows jumped, his teeth itched, and he had an impulse to strangle Muye. He thought what he implied was clear enough. He had cultivated a certain tacit understanding with the master and servant of wooden night for so many years! As a result, there seems to be a lot to communicate and run in between them.

If Mu Ye didn't understand the deep meaning of the look of dragon seven night just now, listening to the small movement from the stone pile at the moment, even if he was stupid, he knew he had done bad things, and it would still make his master very unhappy.

”My Lord, why don't you go to miss Shan Qi's yard to drink a cup of tea to quench your thirst and have a rest for a while. My subordinates suddenly remembered that they forgot to take the gift just given by Lord Shan. They will come right away.” Muye, who knew later, looked at the raging anger in long Qiye's eyes and felt that the situation was a little serious. He hurriedly added, praying that it was not too late for him to mend.

Shan Moyan's eyes lit up when he heard Muye's words. His raised little face even under the thick Rouge powder also emitted a ten thousand feet of light. Looking at Muye, his liver trembled, and he felt guilty.

Long Qiye didn't get Mu Ye's affection at all. He smiled at his skin and didn't smile at his flesh. He turned back and said to Shan Moyan in a light voice: ”I have something to go first. I'll go to the house after drinking tea”. After that, he nodded slightly and walked towards the way.

Shan Moyan was disappointed. In a short period of time, his heart was agitated, and his mood was full of ups and downs. He was full of hope, but finally his hope failed. He stood at the gate of the hospital and looked at the back of long Qiye's departure for a long time.

Mu Ye wanted to cry without tears. He said in his heart that the master was cruel enough and didn't give him a chance to make up for it at all.

The Dragon seven night Road passed by the stone pile, and his hand was only slightly lifted. The white stone lying in the stone pile had fallen into his palm, rolled into his sleeve and walked towards the coming road together.

”Master...”, Mu Ye's weak voice.