Slag Gong, why doesn't he abuse me?

Yin Linchu's flower died, and the two flowers that had been trampled on by Huo Qiao, who had never recovered from their fall, were half dead and poked in the soil for half a month, but they couldn't be rescued.

Along with the dead flowers, Yin Linchu's smile disappeared. Huo Qiao hadn't seen him smile for three days.

In the past, some inexplicable things could make him happy, but even the slightest change is particularly concerning.

Even when he saw someone breaking in with the intention of assassinating him, Yin Linchu just glanced at Huo Qiao indifferently, then stood up from the two withered flowers, and returned to the room indifferently.

Huo Qiao's attention was all on the closed door, his hands speeded up to expel the intruder, and he stood in front of the door lost in thought.

The death of two flowers is not a big deal to others, but to Yin Linchu it is, which means it is also a big deal to Huo Qiao.

Huo Qiao had stayed here to repay the debt he had stepped on on those two flowers. Not only were the precious flowers and plants gone, but also Yin Linchu's hard work for it.

He doesn't know how to grow flowers at all, and the value depends on Yin Lin's first red lips and white teeth. He only knows that people who do wrong things are not qualified to bargain.

How to compensate, he can only think of the method of repaying the debt with himself.

There is no doubt that Huo Qiao's heart is full of guilt, especially when he sees Yin Linchu's depressed appearance now, he feels indebted.

Totally, don't know what to do.

Huo Qiao had never felt like this before. He wanted to do something, but felt that he couldn't do anything.

Even if Yin Linchu himself asked him to protect him, he knew in his heart that Yin Linchu didn't need it at all.

He could vaguely sense that something was wrong, he shouldn't have such thoughts, it was just that he accidentally trampled two flowers to death... It seemed that it wasn't just because of that.

At first it was to compensate the two flowers, but now, he couldn't deceive himself, he seemed to care more about the owner of the flowers.

He had never seen Yin Linchu look so lost before, and Huo Qiao couldn't help thinking that he was the one who made Yin Linchu sad.

What can make Yin Linchu happy?Whatever, he doesn't like it.

When the latest news about Wen Moye came from the intelligence collectors, Huo Qiao, who had always had complicated feelings about Wen Moye, felt that the news came at a very good time, and the name was not so eye-catching anymore.

Before Yin Linchu got the news of Wen Moye, he would always be in a good mood - of course, it may not be because of Wen Moye's effect, it may just happen that he was in a good mood at that time.

"Master Jueneng recommended Wen Moye to meet with the leader of the martial arts alliance. Wen Moye was quite appreciated by the leader of the martial arts alliance. The two chatted very happily. The leader of the martial arts alliance vaguely has the intention of training him as a successor."

"That's good."

Yin Linchu's tone was still neutral.

Isn't this the fate that the protagonist should have, with the help of the nobles in the open and in the dark, soaring upwards, he will make a difference and shine in the end.

"He started to investigate the Nie family's extermination many years ago, and used the occasion of the various sects' meetings to incite dissatisfaction and resentment against my sect, and there is a great momentum to form an alliance against my sect."

"Oh."

Yin Linchu sat down peacefully, Meifeng didn't move at all.

It's just an understatement. Those who came to report did not dare to speculate. After speaking, they quickly took a sneak look at Yin Linchu's expression and exited the courtyard.

Hearing the news, Yin Linchu's mood still showed no signs of improvement, and he lowered his head to tend the flowers and plants.

Huo Qiao looked at his back and wanted to scratch his head.

"What is there to fear from the mob."

The voice was not loud, the person who bowed his head watering the flowers seemed to say something casually, only the two people present could hear it.

Huo Qiao suddenly came up with an idea, why didn't Yin Linchu kill those people? It is clear that killing them all can prevent future troubles, why did he let those people go repeatedly and give them a chance to come back?

He never put those people in his eyes, and he didn't even bother to kill them.

Compared to killing those people and letting them go after playing, it means more insult to them.

Is he deliberately attracting the hatred of those people?

Is this also the purpose of binding to Hexuan?

What exactly does he want?

In the middle of the night, when everything was silent, Huo Qiao suddenly opened his eyes from a deep sleep. His strong intuition awakened his body subconsciously.

There are people in the house!

Huo Qiao didn't move after realizing this, and closed his eyes again.

Being able to quietly sneak into the room without disturbing him, his martial arts will definitely not be weaker than him.

Yin Linchu's yard was never fortified, and now that he is here, how could he not notice any noise with his vigilance?

There was a sense of familiarity about that person, and as soon as this feeling came out, Huo Qiao immediately figured out who it was.

Huo Qiao closed his eyes tightly and kept breathing steadily, pretending to be deeply asleep.

The man stood beside the bed in silence for a moment, and suddenly stretched out a hand. Huo Qiao tried his best to restrain any conditioned reflex of his body, and remained motionless.

The tip of the finger was hanging above the chest, moving up slowly, and the keen hearing of a martial arts practitioner could hear the subtle sound of the fingertip rubbing against the fabric.

It moved to the edge of the quilt, grasped a little thin fabric with two fingers together, and moved slowly.

What is this doing?Huo Qiao's body tensed secretly, and his heartbeat changed uncontrollably.

The quilt covering his body was pulled, and then his exposed shoulders and neck were covered.

That hand still thoughtfully tucked the corner of the quilt, and took it back.

After that, no sound was heard, and there seemed to be no one around.

Huo Qiao opened his eyes: Oh, so he came to cover him with a quilt.

This seems even more wrong!

With a stomach full of entanglements and not being able to make sense of it, Huo Qiao simply gave up thinking about it.

Not long after closing his eyes, Huo Qiao quietly got up when he heard the sound of digging in the yard, and looked out through the open window.

Under the dim moonlight, Yin Linchu, who was only wearing thin clothes, held a shovel and squatted in the soil where he planted flowers, digging.

Planting flowers so late?

Not quite.

Huo Qiao vaguely followed the night to judge his actions. Yin Linchu dug up the soil and buried something in it.

That thing is not small in size, but the light is too dark to see what it is.

He filled it back with soil, went to the well and washed his hands, then turned and went back to the next room.

The suspicious behavior in the middle of the night successfully prevented Huo Qiao from falling asleep in the second half of the night. He stared at the large piece of fresh soil all day long, successfully attracting Yin Linchu's attention.

"Why are you staring there?" Yin Linchu's gaze was burning like a torch.

There were a dozen or so small flowerpots beside him, and after being deeply shocked, he decided to pick some of the remaining flowers and plant them in the flowerpots, so as not to be trampled by others who were not good-looking.

Huo Qiao looked away, subconsciously shaking his head in denial.

Admitting that he saw Yin Linchu breaking ground here last night is equivalent to admitting that he found out that Yin Linchu had come to his room last night, and it also means that he has to admit that he knew that Yin Linchu had tucked him in.

Huo Qiao stared at Yin Linchu suddenly without saying a word, just staring intently.

Yin Linchu immediately stared back not to be outdone, and the two locked eyes on each other for a long time.

"You have beautiful eyes."

Realizing what he said, Huo Qiao almost bit his tongue.

In terms of words, Yin Linchu would never admit defeat: "You too!"

Okay, he probably didn't hear what he said.

Huo Qiao dodged Yin Linchu's gaze, making him the winner in this contest.

Yin Linchu was satisfied, and clapped his hands: "Come on, help me put these flowerpots in my room."

Huo Qiao followed his instructions in a muffled voice, picked up the flowerpot and followed behind him.

Although they were only separated by a wall, Huo Qiao had never seen what Yin Linchu's room looked like before.

Taking the opportunity to put down the flowerpot, Huo Qiao took a look, but Huo Qiao only saw an empty room, except for a bed, a table, and a chair, nothing that could tell what the owner liked.

After moving all the flowerpots into the room, Yin Linchu sat down on the only chair and poured two cups of cool tea.

Huo Qiao walked around the rivers and lakes with his master, and he didn't pay much attention to it. He picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

"what!"

There was a loud cry from the courtyard, Yin Linchu's eyes lit up, he slapped his palms and stood up from the stool, with a loud voice: "Who is here!"

He would like to see which unlucky guy stepped on the trap set by him.

Huo Qiao was one step faster than Yin Linchu. He put down his teacup and rushed out the door first. He hesitated for a moment with the hand on the hilt of his sword, and gave up drawing the sword.

That somewhat familiar voice made him suspicious of the identity of the outsider.

The sun outside the house was just right, and the breeze brushed through the scattered hair and the hanging hem of the clothes.

In the flower garden stood a hero with a stalwart posture and his back, and there was a trap on the hero's left leg, and there was fresh dirt on the sawtooth.

"Master!" Huo Qiao was stunned, that familiar figure from the back, who else could it be if it wasn't He Sheng.

He Sheng turned his head when he heard the sound, raised his eyebrows high, and turned his head back slowly: "Oh, it's you, apprentice."

Just as Huo Qiao wanted to ask Master why he appeared here, he remembered the wooden sign in his hand, and immediately had a guess: "Master, are you here for the World War I appointment today? Your leg?"

"It's a hidden weapon."

He Sheng quietly put his weight on the other leg, it really hurts.

"Who would use a trap as a hidden weapon?" Huo Qiao stepped forward, ready to help Master remove the trap.

He Sheng raised his hand to prevent him from approaching, let him stop on the boundary between the green brick and the dirt, and said seriously: "This is the hidden weapon.

Disciple, remember, all the weapons that can be used to attack secretly are hidden weapons.

Fortunately, your master, I not only have deep internal strength, but also have never fallen behind in physical training. My muscles and bones are strong. I just suffered a little flesh injury, which is fine. "

"But Master," Huo Qiao thought for a while, "I think this should be called a trap."

He Sheng turned his head: "Ah, it seems to be...cough! Master said that it is a hidden weapon, and it is a hidden weapon. Don't you even listen to Master's words?"

He is a teacher for a day and a father for a lifetime, and the father is the guide for the son, so Huo Qiao definitely has no reason to disobey the master, so he can do what the master says.

"Master, please move out, and I will remove the hidden weapon for you."

He Sheng held his head up, glanced furtively from the corner of his eyes, and made sure that his attitude was respectful and did not mean to be rude or mocking, before he stepped forward with that good leg.

"Bang!"

He Sheng clenched his hands tightly, trembling all over, panting like a cow.

Huo Qiao looked at the traps on his legs: "Master, well, there are two hidden weapons here."

"This is a fucking trap! A big trap!"

He Sheng completely disregarded the demeanor of a school of masters, gritted his teeth and jumped out of the flowers, with a pair of well-muscled hands bent into claws, he broke the trap with all his strength, and threw it on the bluestone floor.

"Tell that devil to come out, and I will die with him today!"

Huo Qiao knew that the master was really confused this time. In the past, he would only talk about dying together. These are useless nonsense.

The door opened slowly, and the person in the room stepped forward with one leg, and the light slowly covered his whole body with the movement of the person stepping out, illuminating that handsome face clearly.

"Hey, what is this?" Yin Linchu looked at the trap on the ground with a puzzled face, "I don't know what it is, let alone where it came from."

He Sheng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. Huo Qiao was worried that his master would attack Yin Linchu desperately in a hurry, so he immediately agreed: "That's right, he doesn't know where it came from."

He Sheng's sharp gaze shifted to Huo Qiao, did this kid think him stupid?