I want to be friends with the hero

Chapter 167

Yang Mo sat cross-legged on the ground with his knees bent, his posture was very casual, his expression was leisurely and at ease, completely like his master, and the arc between the corners of his mouth was full of contempt and disdain.

He didn't come to reminisce but to take his life, and he knew it well.

But this person's presumptuousness on his territory undoubtedly hurt his face, and this feeling made him more uncomfortable than cutting him with a knife, so he exuded a chilling chill all over his body.

Living in a high position for a long time has developed a deterrent force, and he tried to amplify its influence, and as he raised his hand and frowned, the coercion penetrated into the opponent's heart.

"Tch~" Yang Mo didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

He is a ruler, but he is no longer a minister.

How can a soldier and a horse give in easily for half his life.

His indifference made the king very angry, but he didn't dare to act rashly again.

Glancing at Ling Shi's crumbling shadow on the palace door, he had always been in a light sleep, and he would wake up when Ling Shi knocked on the door, and if he didn't respond, it meant nothing happened, and if he responded, it meant there was danger.

His eyes turned to the person in front of him, and he thought about it from his perspective. In Yang Mo's mind, he had a weird temperament, and it would be self-defeating if he responded to it, so he reached out and knocked on the edge of the bed twice.

Ling Shi was drowsy at first, but seeing no movement for a long time, he was about to go back to sleep, when suddenly there were two sounds, one long and one short.

He trembled all over, and the sleepy bug was instantly sent flying thousands of miles away, as if the strings in his mind were about to break.

There is no such clause in the agreement.

People who are usually confused are now sober - no matter what, if they respond, something has happened.

It took him a lot of effort to stabilize his mind, and walked towards the residence as if nothing had happened.

But he didn't know that his trembling shadow exposed his true inner emotions.

"Call for help." Yang Mo said in a very sure tone.

After many years of being a monarch, Yang Mo was able to guess the thoughts of his former immediate boss very well.

He was tired of living life in vain, and this time he came here with the idea of ​​dying together, so he didn't interrupt his call for help, because in his eyes, it was no different from a reminder.

The king kept staring at him closely, his expression remained cold, without any touching thoughts, as if the person sitting in front of him was a tired soul who was tired of the world.

It is self-evident that he is in a dangerous situation when he is in the same room with people who do not miss the world.

Perceiving this, his heartbeat stopped briefly, and panic rose from the bottom of his heart and impacted his soul.

Although he also felt uneasy before, he always felt that there was a layer of glass blocking the danger, but at this moment, that layer of glass suddenly shattered to the ground.

Yang Mo tried his best to avoid his face, because as soon as he saw him, he couldn't control his disgust.So he got up and walked to the cabinet next to him, opened it, and a dazzling array of fine wines were neatly arranged in front of his eyes.

"Yo, I've hidden a lot of goods." He clicked his tongue, although he didn't know much about wine, but he knew it was good by smelling it.

For those who don't know how to do it, the year and type are not considered at all, just hold a bottle in the left hand and a bottle in the right hand.

"You can still be distracted." He touched his back with the wine bottle, the king shivered in shock, and took the wine bottle in a daze.

Rubbing the wine cap with the palm of his hand, he twisted it absentmindedly. He could open it without using any strength in his hands for a long time. When he saw Yang Mo looking over with a frown, he blurted out what was in his mind in a strange way: "That girl and her mother at this banquet are just like each other." It's just carved out of the same mold, if you saw it..."

Yang Mo stomped the wine bottle in front of the king, and the wine sprayed out from the narrow mouth of the bottle under force. The strong aroma of the wine wafted in the hall, infecting every mouthful of air.

The bottle cracked like a spider's web, and it remained broken but not yet disintegrated. It stands to reason that he should feel the pain, but he just watched quietly without saying a word, and remained motionless.

Seeing that he had finally lost his temper, the king felt that the control had returned to his mobile phone. He moved his body and changed his posture: "Why are you so excited? I won't do anything to her. Didn't you see that she was living a good life before?"

Just because he had a good life before doesn't mean he will be like this in the future. Is this reminding him to think twice before acting?
Yang Mo untied his cloak and threw it aside: "I have been wandering outside for 20 years and have never fulfilled the responsibilities of a father, so I don't expect her forgiveness."

He slowly took out a photo from his pocket: "Threat me?"

Because of the age or because of carrying around with him, the photos are a bit old and yellowed, and he caresses the little girl in the photo roughly with endless love.

That was the only group photo of their family of three, and it was also his only thought. Over the years, he relied on some warmth to survive one painful day after another.

Everyone has their own bottom line, and this banquet is his bottom line.

After looking at it for a few times, he carefully put the photo back into his pocket, raised his eyes full of hostility: "If you want to touch her, you have to pass Cheng Qi's level first, that's why you haven't made a move for so long. "

Eye contact, silent confrontation.

"Hahaha~" The king suddenly raised his head and laughed.

"It's really an old friend, you really know my thoughts like the palm of your hand." His voice was as crazy and coquettish as licking the blood on the tip of a knife.

After saying these words, he seemed to change his face, and relaxed all over. Just now, he was on guard all over and turned his eyes. He was not afraid of death and sat on the side of Yang Mo to get closer to him, as if he didn't care about the broken pot.

"It's been more than 20 years, have you ever regretted it?" Yang Mo looked at him steadily.

There is only one word difference between 20 years and 20 years, but the meanings are completely different. 20 years refers to the Zerg War, and 20 years should refer to...the queen.

"She is an extremely smart woman, and there are many people who admire her. Everyone wants to hold the best things in the world to her, but I know what she needs is a sincere heart, so I succeeded. "

Memories made him gentle and even a little humble. The timidity of a young boy appeared on his face, making it hard to doubt his sincerity.

"But she is so perfect, so perfect that I feel ashamed. She seems to be able to see through my cowardice, humbleness, and powerlessness at a glance." As he spoke, his face became extremely entangled. Maintain the majesty of the king, but the awkward smile is always swallowed up by the struggling beast inside.

His expression became more and more ferocious, and his roar was accompanied by depression: "Although her eyes are always elegant and tolerant, that naked sense of shame is always with me."

"You're still making excuses, you still can't justify yourself, and your emotions are out of control. It seems that you haven't really let go. It's so good." Yang Mo sat indifferently, and the shards of the wine bottle made a crisp collision sound when he let go, "Until you die You can’t let go of that moment, and that’s right.”

Sooner or later, the continuous afterimages swirled into flower-like postures and gradually disappeared in chronological order.

The king approached him just to retreat and temporarily stabilize his emotions, but in fact he was secretly watching his every move.

Even so, he never thought that he would make a move so quickly. He leaned back in a state of embarrassment, kicked his feet hard against the table legs, and slid five or six steps to the side with his strength, covering his injured arm.

(End of this chapter)