Shadowguard in disguise as a sheep

Who sent him? I’m already like this. Are you still worried? If you don’t cut grass and roots, it’s to gain fame. Then find someone to spy on you, because you’re afraid that you will still be threatened. Then why do you want to show up? Want to win yourself The trust, the ridicule in my heart flashed...

Ji Mo's shoulders trembled slightly: "My mother~~, let you protect me?"

"The subordinate was rescued by the empress when he was young, sent to the training place, and came here only after passing the test."

"When you were young?"

"About six or seven years old..."

If what he said was true, six or seven years old, if she was still alive at that time, the person in front of her was no older than 19 at the most, it was when she was young, and she has been disabled for nearly ten years...

At the end of the season, the voice became even hoarse, as if suppressing grief: "Get up, I have nothing to protect, I am already a useless person, maybe one winter, I will leave quietly, like a beggar on the street ..."

Yingyi stood up straight, and answered with a calm voice, as if telling a truth: "You won't, everything will be fine"

"It's time for me to eat." Ji Mo waited for Yingyi to return the steamed buns to himself...

"By the way, what's your name?" Ji Mo's tone was flat, like a dead lake.

"Ying Yi, shadow of shadow, perseverance of perseverance"

Ji Mo nodded, fumbled to pick up the chopsticks, and gently pressed his hand with both hands: "Master, wait a minute"

At the end of the season, I can feel the roughness between the fingers, the palms are warm, and the fingertips are slightly cool. This is a pair of hands holding a sword. At the end of the season, I remembered that his mother once said that a person whose fingertips are slightly cool and the palms are warm, Most of them are cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Ji Mo put down his chopsticks, followed the voice to look at Ying Yi, his eyes were out of focus, Ying Yi's eyelids drooped slightly, and he walked out of the door quickly, after a while, he came back with some food, put the food in front of Ji Mo, and passed the chopsticks To him: "Please dine, master"

At the end of the season, he was stunned: "They will find out"

Ying Yi's eyes were slightly cold: "They would rather they didn't find out"

The slave bullies the master, these people need to pay the price, but the movement should not be too big, the master needs to rest, and those other people who are secretly watching, if they come, he will know...

At the end of the season, she pursed her lips to make her life better, why not do it...

He picked up the chopsticks, but he didn't know where the food was. He stretched out his other hand and pressed it against the table, carefully rubbing the position of the plate, and gently holding his hand with one hand, leading him from the wrong direction to the right position At the end of the season, I brushed away my messy hair and stuffed the food into my mouth. It was still hot, and I haven't eaten it for many years...

Occasionally, Yingyi would send the spoon to Ji Mo's hand to let him have a sip of porridge at the right time, but he didn't say anything, as if they had known each other for a long time and didn't need words. Indeed, often when Ji Mo just thought of it, this person had already seen Signs, help him realize...

After eating at the end of the season, he followed the sun, faced the sun, closed his eyes gently, and enjoyed the good weather. This was the only thing he could enjoy. The heat of the sun, the temperature that would not make people cold, he felt Didn't that person exist anymore, and left?Or is it hiding?Such a self with nothing, such a silent and stern person, even a moment of tenderness is like a hypocritical sympathy, a faint light can't change the darkness, not to mention that light may not be sunlight, it may be the light on the edge of the sword Luan Guang wants to use human life as a sacrifice...