Chapter 8: Match each other

"Gurulu..."
Leng Yiyao's stomach suddenly made a loud noise at this moment.
The quiet atmosphere between the two was suddenly interrupted by this voice.
She lowered her head, glanced at her stomach, and suddenly raised her head and grinned at him very righteously: "I'm sorry, I'm eating too much, maybe my stomach is moving badly."
Suddenly eating too much, the body is too delicate, she really hasn't tried it, in front of a man, so demeaned. However, regardless of him, the man whose face has not been exposed until now is regarded as a physical display.
As for his vaguely satisfied attitude towards Lu Ming's death, she guessed it was just two possibilities.
One is that he himself is opposed to Lu Ming, emotionally speaking, he can't see each other well. The other party is dead, isn't that just right?
The other one is simpler. His position is opposed to Lu Ming. Lu Ming is dead, which is good for him and harmless.
Of course, no matter what kind of possibility, for now, he would not do anything to her disadvantage. After all, if she were the real murderer, she would not do him any harm. If she is not the real culprit of this killing, then she has nothing to do with him.
Therefore, from the current point of view, the two of them should not be in the water.
The man blinked, as if he hadn't seen a woman showing such a natural face after losing her appearance.
Before, the two brawny men with short eyes saw that she was injured without a veil, and guessed which noble's fugitive slave she was. But according to his observation when he bandaged the wound, there was obviously a knife wound on her abdomen, and it was caused by Shescher's scimitar. But her skin is delicate and fair. It is obviously not a woman who has been exposed to the sun for a long time. Such skin is very human to have in the desert area.
If she really was the murderer who killed those people. A woman who killed fifteen royal attendants and one captain, would she have no accomplices?
No matter how you think about it, it feels a bit too incredible.
But if she has a companion, why didn't anyone come out to help when she was almost raped by those two men before?
His eyes were deeply reflected in her face. There, he couldn't see a trace of tension, let alone a little guilty conscience, as if the whole city was on guard against her, it was just windy and rainy outside.
This woman is too mysterious.
The behavior is not as cautious as the noble women, but the courage is amazing and extraordinary. The gaze is firm, but the reality is real, but it makes people unable to see through.
What is the reason? I am afraid that if I continue to ask, there will be no results.
He simply stood up, turned the light in the cellar a little brighter, and smiled at her slightly: "You take a rest early, and I will change your dressing tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you." Leng Yiyao waved her hand, smiling at him naturally.
The man chuckled and turned to open the door, as if returning to the mode of getting along at the first meeting.
Until the moment the door was closed, the corner of Leng Yiyao's mouth was straightened and the eyes sneered, while the man outside was thoughtful with a smile in his eyes.
No one won this round.
He couldn't figure out her bottom, and she couldn't figure out his origin.
It's just that she is still a miss.
After all, the only weapon in her hand was abducted by the man.
However, in this world, who has stipulated that a sharp blade is the best weapon?
Leng Yiyao touched her palm, smiled lightly, and lay on her back on the only bed in the cellar.
Since she can directly cut a prince who has attracted much attention, she is afraid of the man in front of him who is hiding his head and showing his tail?