Luo Xi pointed at the dark muzzle and wanted to open his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Did he misunderstand something about himself?
Why are you pointing the gun at yourself?
There was no room for her to speak, but at the snap of her fingers, the gun snapped, the bullet came out of its sheath, a gust of wind blew past Luo Xi's ears, and flew away.
Hearing a muffled groan behind him, Luo Xi suddenly turned around.
He saw his assistant standing far away from him, holding a pistol in his hand and pointing it at him.
He was shot in the middle of his eyebrow and fell down with his eyes open.
As Lu Cheng's assistant, he must have found out immediately who the castle was on fire and who was the mastermind behind the attack on the city gate.
Fortunately, Jing Mohao arrived in time, otherwise, he would really be buried here.
When she turned around again, the familiar and long-lost cold breath came towards her, accompanied by a strong and cold chest.
It hit the corners of her eyes and nose, making her feel sour.
Luo Xi put her arms around the man's waist and stored all the smell of him in her chest, washing away all the depression, anger and all the sadness that no one could describe.
The man breathed deeply, with infinite longing and teasing.
Luo Xi's nose felt sour, "Are you okay?"
"not good."
Unexpectedly, the man's first words when he saw her were so cold and hard.
Luo Xi's red eyes were slightly startled, and she left him, raising her face to look at him.
The man raised his hand and stabbed his heart twice with his index finger, "This place is very bad."
Luo Xi stared at his slender and firm fingers, making her eyes soften with soreness.
He is not good, and she is also very bad here.
Not good all the time Luo Xi wanted to laugh at him about the love between his children, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it fell down uncontrollably, until his eye circles were red, and the tears that he had just tried so hard to hold back seemed to have burst.
He went crazy and fell down desperately.
Only in front of him could she cry so unpreparedly and without restraint Jing Mohao grabbed her and held her wet little face against his heart.
"Luoxi, so ugly."
Luo Xi instantly broke down in tears and turned to laughter, but her tears became hotter and poured out wantonly, covering the entire shirt on the man's chest.
Luo Xi wrapped her hands around his neck, sniffed and said ruthlessly, "There's nothing you can do about it, you have to keep your own people, even if they are ugly, away."
Jing Mohao gently raised the corners of his lips, with relief in his eyes.
He hugged the person in front of him, lowered his head and kissed her gently on the cheek, "Yes, take it."
Luo Xi was finally willing to curl her lips.
This moment is so quiet.
She could stay in his arms again and be a fool who didn't have to worry about anything.
The two of them hugged each other quietly and affectionately, regardless of the people standing and waiting behind them, and regardless of the intensifying sound of the bombing.
At this moment, there is only each other and nothing else in their world.
"Ahem, Luo Xi," Jian Qing couldn't help but interrupt the two people's affectionate relationship, and he was the only one who dared to interrupt at this time.
Luo Xi suddenly regained consciousness when he heard her voice.
Now they are still within the confines of the Forbidden Words Mansion, sticking their heads out of Jing Mohao's arms and looking at Jian Qing.
Jian Qing continued to ask, "Where is that kid Lu Cheng now?"
"He" Luo Xi opened his mouth, then raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him.
Jing Mohao raised his eyebrows and looked down at her, "What's wrong?"
Luo Xi pursed her lips, took a breath, and then said, "He was killed by me in the castle, and then the castle was burned down by me":