Chapter 43 The least is trust

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Cheng Shishi, who was protected in Qi Che's arms, was choked. After hearing Xi Xinmiao's words, he suddenly stagnated. Under the wet eyes of tears, a faint darkness appeared.

She knew she was warning her. It was an accident. I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to deal with her in the future.

She has been exposed to her eyelids, and she has been alert, but what's the matter? What she said is not wrong. In this gamble, she has already lost blood and has no self-pity at all. However, she was trapped in this way, and it was never up to her to choose.

Thinking of this, Cheng Shishi suddenly wanted to look up at the woman who said such words again. Is she so almost cold-blooded and rational about such an uncontrollable emotional thing? Like a bystander, he coldly watched others get into the play like dolls, and although she occasionally intervened, she has always been cold and heartless. When the time came, she retreated without any nostalgia.

How did she make such a decision? Or, she never disdains this?

Maybe she is really different. In this woman's eyes, there is an empty ashes, as if nothing can attract her interest. Obviously, she is as bright as the age of a flower season. Looking at her, she looks like an old man who is going to do something. It seems to have an old soul without waves.

Cheng Shishi didn't look up after all. Now, she is very greedy for the embrace of the man beside her. She has longed for that kind of warmth for a long time, but now, in this way, has it come true?

A trace of sweet bitterness from the corners of the mouth was hidden under the hair, and no one noticed it.

Xi Xinmiao doesn't know what Cheng Shishi is thinking at this moment. If she knows, her response must be a wry smile, a little astringent. Sure enough, no one can see her heart. The light in her eyes is there, but it rarely appears. Do you know that it has been lit once in the temple just now? Unfortunately, it's just a matter of returning to the dark.

I looked at the sunset that quickly disappeared from the top of the mountain and remembered the scene when I just came out: Is it so late?

Take back your sight and prepare to go home.

Qi Che helped up Cheng Shishi and watched Xi Xinmiao ignore them at all. His slender eyes narrowed slightly, and it seemed that all kinds of emotions were finally fixed as full of displeasure. "Isn't Miss Xi going to explain it?"

"Let go." It was as condensed as ice, and the corners of his eyes slanted to grasp the big hands of his arms.

"What if you don't let go?"

He raised his eyebrows and squint at the entangled man, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Sir--" The sword is like a rainbow, breaking through the air. In mid-air, a man in black appeared. The ghost sword in his hand pointed straight to the clear. There was a dull sound in the air, as if it was forcibly torn by the sword. The sword was hard and fierce, and the internal strength of the sword holder could be seen. In the blink of an eye, the shadow stood next to Xi Xinmiao, and the hand holding the sword pointed straight to Qi Che. The tip of the sword was close to the lifeline at the neck. A little closer, it was three feet of blood.

The slower Bing Ning behind also followed. When he looked at Qi Che and others, he shouted "Miss" respectfully at Xi Xin, and then stood quietly.

"Here we go." Xi Xinmiao said lightly, as if it was not surprising.

"Miss, it's too late, please punish!" Ying Chen said in a low voice that his voice was three times colder than his master, which was the coldness of a killer who made a living from blood. Looking at Qi Che, who was pointed at by his sword, his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't pay attention to his identity as a prince at all.

Since he was rescued by the young lady, there is only one master in his eyes, and the offender is dead. That's the killer's unique loyalty. After recognizing a master, he will serve for life and never die.

"Ha ha, it's not too late, Ying, you're just here." The woman smiled, but no one dared to wait for it. Now, can you let go?" The tone suddenly turned and looked a little cold.

Qi Che just didn't say anything, but looked straight at Xi Xinmiao. Even the world's first killer was subdued by you. He was so loyal to you. How on earth did you do it?

When the shadow thorn came to the sword, he did not hide, not that he could not avoid it, but he wanted to see how hard she could be. The result was not surprising. She didn't react at all.

I can't say whether I'm lost or disappointed, but I feel depressed and uncomfortable.

Listening to the woman's warning without temperature, the cold and delicate face seemed to be troublesome to have more expressions. Although Qi Che's heart was strange, he still let go decisively. He has always known that she doesn't like to be forced.

"Seventh Prince, Miss Xi, please don't argue anymore. Shishi is careless and can't blame others at all. Don't have a grudge because of Shishi's heart, otherwise it's the sin of Shishi."

A group of reasonable persuasion, coupled with the weak peach face that no one can bear to scold at it, Chu Chu Chu is pitiful, which is really the cultivation of a tolerant and generous good tutor.

Humph, the ice next to him looked indifferently and hummed disdain from his nose: hypocrisy.

If her young lady can do such a thing, she will be the first to cut off her head and kick it for you!

She doesn't know the character of her master. If it's really aimed at you, will you still live until now? Don't push you. If I really push you, you deserve it!

The people in the general's mansion, no matter how big or small, have a master like Xi Xinmiao, which has the characteristics of unity, that is, extreme protection. Even if she is a rude person, there is nothing she can do. Xi Xinmiao is protective, and she is an extremely protective person. Therefore, there has been an unwritten rule in the capital that "don't mess with anyone, don't mess with the surnamed Xi".

-----My lady, how did you spread your "evil power" like this?

Get my eyes, understand, put down the sword, but the eyes are still sharp, as if they can penetrate people.

"Explanation?" The eyebrows raised doubtfully, "What do you explain? Since you have determined that I did it, the explanation is also in vain. It's just ridiculous." With contempt, disdain, and it doesn't matter, the woman tilted her head and retorted, with a casual face.

Xi Xinmiao never felt the need to waste her saliva for such a thing. If you believe it, no matter what the outside world says, you always believe that even the so-called "truth" you see with your own eyes; if you don't believe it, no matter how she explains it, it will only increase your disgust. Believe it or not, it has been determined at the beginning, not how to develop and change in the future.

Because of this, the word "trust" is particularly valuable, because the initial gaze has already expected trust. Its term is: the life you live.

There is no reason, no impurities. This is trust.

In Xi Xinmiao, she longs for it, but she doesn't ask for it extravagantly. If she gets it, she is lucky; if she can't, she will die. That's all.

Qi Che locked her eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of her who didn't care. She was always like this. She never talked too much nonsense, and even the explanation was superfluous. Even if others misunderstand, even if others slander...

Do you know that as long as you are willing to explain and say, "I didn't do it", he will not hesitate to believe it? But can you? No, you won't. You disdain to explain. Even an opportunity for him to choose to believe is not left to him. He is stingy and decisive.

This is you, ruthless.

"So, did you really do it on purpose?" He refused to let go of any color in the woman's eyes. How much he wanted her to say "no".

"If you think so, that's it," a trace of sarcasm appeared in the corners of your mouth. "If you ask this, haven't you made me a sinner? Why do you ask?"

Qi Che choked. Indeed, his tone and attitude, even if he didn't say it, asked himself in his heart, isn't it like what she said? I can't help smiling bitterly: Qi Che, Qi Che, is it your knot to meet such a woman?

Cheng Shishi looked at the expressions of the two people, and their eyes were already astringent.

It turns out that the two of us are so similar. The falling flowers are deliberately and ruthless. You look at her far away in the sky, but I look at your face. She doesn't notice your view, and you don't notice my view. Where is a sincere heart? The joke of fate is too big.

In the end, there was no sound. Qi Che stared on the back of the woman who left unrestrainedly for a long time. The evil handsome face had a trance, and the memory seemed to be repeated for a moment. That day, she was also like this. She left with her back to herself, leaving her determined back with flying ink hair, without staying at all, back...

Forever, it can only be the back...

The sunset in the sky has already fallen, and there is no trace. The afterglow is red in the sky, and the sad and sad.

The figure of the woman and her party finally disappeared at the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, leaving a vague darkness, and the two people who watched them go away on the mountain did not move for a long time.

"Let's go. I'll take you home." The man took the lead and did not care about the woman behind him.

The woman smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and looked a little lonely. A pair of beautiful eyes were locked on the man, with sadness: He knew that what he left for her was also untouchable, and his back...

The pursuit of love, not afraid of hardship, not afraid of time, afraid of only, the exiled will never stop and look back at the pursuer behind him. That kind of sadness is the unspeakable pain!