domestic hell grinder

Someone is using this method to find me?Yin Zhao's face darkened.

When Yin Zhao walked out, he was surprised at first, and then smiled inexplicably: "It's you."

"You can call me Jiu Chao, Yue Ling's friend."

"Come on, an enemy is an enemy, and you have to be a friend to gild yourself." Yin Zhao can still clearly remember the madness of the man in front of him when he chased and killed Yue Ling.

Jiu Chao also smiled: "What a sharp-mouthed brat."

"You didn't call me out on purpose to arrest me and threaten Yue Ling, did you?" Yin Zhao's expression was exaggerated, "No, no, no, no one really thinks that Yue Ling will do it for me. And who will you surrender to?"

Jiu Chao frowned: "Speaking of which, you can be considered to understand Yue Ling. He is even willing to part with his own brother, so how could he not be willing to part with you?"

Yin Zhao's heart skipped a beat.He probably already realized what Jiu Chao was going to say to him.To be honest, he was unwilling to learn about Yue Ling's past from a third party.Those distorted truths, even if you don't believe them, will still leave a mark on your heart.

"Jiu Chao, if you come to kill Yue Ling, you will kill Yue Ling. Is it sick to force me to be an audience?"

Jiu Chao smiled: "Isn't Yue Ling still awake? Talk to you first."

"You obviously couldn't get in, but you wanted to lure Yue Ling out, so you forced me to stay." Yin Zhao turned around immediately, "It's a pity that my brother is a heavy sleeper, this trick doesn't work."

"Little ghost, don't you want to know some secrets about Yue Ling?"

"Do not want to."

"That's up to you."

……

Where they couldn't see, there was a pair of dark round eyes watching all this quietly.

It was already dark when Yue Ling woke up, and the silence of the evening could easily bring up some thoughts hidden deep in his heart.He suddenly felt a little empty, and subconsciously pushed the armrest of the reclining chair next to him: "Yin Zhao, Yin—"

Oh, no.

However, when he walked into the hall, he didn't hear any sizzle coming from the kitchen.Eating has always been dispensable to Yue Ling, but suddenly Yin Zhao was busy working in it with great interest, and he was a little... not used to it.

It wasn't until night fell that Yue Ling came out of the study.When passing by Yin Zhao's room, he stopped and stared at the closed door with bated breath.

People are still inside.

Are you unhappy today?Yue Ling wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, but paused in mid-air, then hung down as if nothing had happened, and returned to his room.

However, Yue Ling woke up earlier than usual the next day, and caught Yin Zhao just as he emerged from the room: "I want to have breakfast."

Yin Zhao looked very confused, and nodded after a moment.

Yue Ling put down the tableware after only a few bites, and his eyes gradually became unpredictable.

Yin Zhao didn't find anything wrong and was still eating with his head down.

It wasn't until Yin Zhao finished eating that Yue Ling said slowly, "You've lost your standard. Today's food isn't tasty at all."

Yin Zhao was taken aback for a moment: "Yes... I'm sorry, it won't be like this in the future."

Yue Ling frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

"Yin Zhao," Yue Ling stepped on the soft blanket, "Go get the book I read yesterday from the study room, I'm too lazy to go up there."

"Wait, I'll pack my things first."

Yue Ling's fingertips tapped the glass bottle on the side of his hand, making a disturbing knocking sound.It wasn't until Yin Zhao sent the book down that he restrained himself from this action and opened a certain page casually.

"Yin Zhao." After reading a few pages, Yue Ling stopped him again.

"what's up?"

"Before, Siyuan didn't come in through the main entrance properly and trampled a lot of my flowers. Go to the garden and clean up the messy ones, and then water the rest."

A trace of reluctance flashed in Yin Zhao's eyes, but he still nodded: "Okay."

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yue Ling's eyes kept falling on the figure who was watering carelessly.After a while, a short moving object appeared in his peripheral vision.

Teddy walked over with small steps slowly, stretched out his fluffy hands and tugged at Yue Ling's trouser legs.

Yue Ling leaned down and said in a low voice, "You also feel something is wrong, don't you?"

Teddy nodded.

"Good boy, I see. Go back to bed."

The book in Yue Ling's hand was closed suddenly, making a piercing sound.

Things haven't been right since last night.

Yue Ling calmly waited for Yin Zhao to come back after watering the flowers, and threw the book aside: "You took it wrong."

"Isn't it this one? I clearly remember it was this one." Yin Zhao picked it up and looked at it carefully. "The bookmark is still there."

Yue Ling's tone suddenly became impatient: "It's not this book."

"Oh, I'll go take a look."

10 minute later.

"Is this always the book?"

Yue Ling looked at the slightly wrinkled pages, and a mocking smile flickered across the corner of his mouth.

"Yue Ling?" Yin Zhao handed out the book hanging in mid-air.

Yue Ling took it without saying a word, and quietly read from the first page to the end.

Yin Zhao also had nothing to do, just sat beside him in a daze.

It wasn't until he heard Yue Ling's gentle and even breathing that a trace of relaxation appeared on Yin Zhao's face.

It's not easy waiting for you to let your guard down.

He played with the cooler in his hand, and slowly leaned towards the sofa where Yue Ling slept.

When he bent down to look at Yue Ling's sleeping face, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, what he didn't expect was that Yue Ling would suddenly open his eyes at this moment, with a look of alienation that he had never seen before.

Right now--

A sharp blade pierced Yue Ling's chest suddenly, and the warm blood dyed a strange flower on his shirt.

Blade holder: Yin Zhao.

Yue Ling stared at the delicate and beautiful face in front of him, but he was extremely familiar with it. There was no trace of sullenness on his face, but his tone was a bit cold: "You - you still don't look like it. Where is Yin Zhao?"

"Yue Ling, what are you talking about?"

"Yin, Zhao, where is it?" Yue Ling held the handle of the knife with his slightly veined hand, and pulled it away.

'Yin Zhao' took several steps back again and again, looking at him guardedly.

As soon as the tip of the knife came out, the blood on the shirt almost spread out of control.However, Yue Ling didn't even show a trace of pain, he just threw the dagger coldly to the ground.

"Jiu Chao, I told you that these things are useless to me, can you change them to something new?"

Jiu Chao shuddered for a moment, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Since you can't speak, your tongue is useless." Yue Ling got up and walked towards him, "Ask again, where is Yin Zhao?"