Chapter 51: Master and Dark Guard 005

Naimanjin thought he would see a broken Mo Jingyu again, but not. The man who was so concerned about Mo Li was sitting in front of him at the moment, asking him "why" calmly.
Subsequently, Mo Jingyu laughed out loud: "I have forgotten that you don't like Ali very much."
Yes, he doesn't like the running dog committed below. But it is more from what, probably Naimanjin thinks that the plaything he likes is so important to a dark guard, it is probably a challenge to his authority.
After all, the other person is also his own.
The things that Mo Qi forced him to learn come in handy at this time. Mo Jingyu looked up at Naimanjin and looked down from the other person's point of view, and glanced into his fragile eyes with water mist: " Naimanjin, I am really alone now. "
"I know that even without you, Mo Qi will not let me and him alone. Now I am alone, unrelated, I am willing to follow you to Sahad, but I hope you can help me."
"I just want Mo Qi's head." Mo Jingyu said.
Even if reason is analyzing whether his words are true or not, Naimanjin's heart softened a little without his consciousness. After all, the beautiful child who cries and obeys has always attracted people's love, especially if he is interested Jing Yu.
Touching his hair with his hand, the other person's eyes had the color of inquiry, and the other hand twisted his skin and rubbed it with his fingertips: "Mo Jingyu, do you think I should believe you? ? "
Convergent, he replied earnestly: "If I were you, Naimanjin, I would choose to believe."
It's exactly the same as his tone at the beginning, like when Naiman Jin was suddenly reminded that he had once said to Mo Jingyu, and couldn't help laughing, "Would you like to live up to my trust?"
"Otherwise, I'll lock your broken leg in a cage."
The other party's low voice sounded in his ear, but Mo Jingyu didn't care. He stared at Naimanjin as if to hook him all on his own body: "You won't treat me like this Heartless."
"You can try."
Said to be the wish of Mo Jingyu, Naimanjin stayed for a few days.
Before confirming that Mo Jingyu had no attachment to Mo Li, Mo Qi called him in private.
"I didn't want to treat Mo Li at first, but the little fish is really not good."
He calmly looked at the man in a sloppy manner, playing the disgusting and loving fatherly attitude: "If the little fish is as good as he is now, A Li won't die."
I'm afraid that Mo Jingyu didn't hurt enough, Mo Qi sentenced to his heart: "If Mo Li is still there, he can't look at you sad. If Xiaoyuer can help to show the big picture for his father, you will always It's Mo's child. "
Suddenly, Mo Jingyu laughed a few times in the originally quiet room, which seemed extraordinarily abrupt. I saw a smile on his eyebrows, with a seductive red in the corner of his eyes: "I'm afraid that my father got what I want, I won't remember that you once called me a little fish like this kindly."
Children who go out of Mo's house will get a lot of jewellery, a well-known dowry, but there are small institutions inside. This is an undisclosed secret of the Mo family.
Mo Jingyu also has, but there is a special small sachet inside, which is prepared for Naimanjin. He smiled at Mo Qi and offered to pour wine for the other party. Seeing the other person's distrustful eyes, he took a sip of wine by the man's hand, and carried every style with style: "Now the little fish are drinking, my father should be relieved."
Glancing at him with a smile, Mo Qi drank the glass of wine: "Xiaoyuer has learned very well, and I look forward to your good news for my father."
Because Mo Jingyu was not used to it, the next day Mofu specially built a carriage for him to drive. Naimanjin sat on the Goshawk outside, and a curtain covered the hustle and bustle outside. He sat alone in the carriage and stared at the curtain, without knowing what he was thinking.
It was just tears that slipped unconsciously.
Naimanjin wore a small sachet gifted by Mo Jingyu around his waist. When he was resting, he got into the carriage and pulled him up and placed it on his lap.
Since knowing that Mo Qi is called Mo Jingyu, Naimanjin always likes to call him like this. I don't know if it was to get closer or to ridicule him.
"He drank." He concealed what he drank, anyway, to Naimanjin, he was just a plaything. He still knew very well about this.
Before Mo Qi looked for him, Naimanjin gave them the medicine of Sahad. It is colorless and tasteless. Once it is drunk, it will continuously erode people's body.
The old fox usually checked and drank even the tea in his house, not to mention his stuff. Fortunately, he was about to go to Sahara, which made him vigilant.
But if he didn't drink it, Mo Qi would never drink it. Yu Mo felt that he would not make fun of his life, but the old fox thought wrong.
Anyway, there is no departure, there is only one person left in this world.
I also have to thank the old fox for letting him touch so much that he will have the opportunity to apply medicine under his eyelids. Mo Qi's side is a matter of time, and only this person is left.
Concentrating, Mo Jingyu raised her hand around Naimanjin's neck, with a full of admiration and smile in her eyes: "Khan, who is unfamiliar with life, please treat you well."
Of course, I will treat you well.
After half a month's walk and stop, Mo Jingyu finally saw the appearance of the Sahada tribe. When asked about his tent, Naimanjin laughed and embraced his shoulders: "You live with You."
The strange and familiar self-proclaimed Mo Jingyu finally had some realism, and now he remembered the man in front of him, anyway, also Khan, Sahara, the king of the tribe.
The other side, like Mo Qi, has his own ambitions.
As Mo Jingyu walked along, he also saw some pretty older women. He had heard that once the previous generation of Khan died, his wives would become the wives of the next heir.
He suddenly had an absurd idea. If Naimanjin died, then his ...
He laughed when he thought about it, and even laughed out loud. Naimanjin next asked him what to laugh, Mo Jingyu just shook his head. You can't tell the truth to the other side, tell him that if he died, would he end up like the woman here.
However, if Naimanjin possesses desire, I am afraid he will be buried together.
No one found that contemptuous smile in the corner of Mo Jingyu's mouth.
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