Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

"Love is such a great thing, it can make a person strong and fearful. She fell in love with the master's family and worked hard for it, so she didn't have to hand over her body during the task. She practiced desperately. At the beginning I am also happy. I am happy that the magic of this love can change people, so that she can survive in this family, and her love has also been responded to. Every time she goes to see that person, she can be excited all night. Hehe... ..." Maybe it was because of the deep feelings, Xinyue rarely abandoned the mocking mode and told this memory in an almost gentle tone. The sweet and happy moments in the first half made her laugh, but the voice just came out of her throat. As if being restrained by a big hand, the nostalgia on his face stopped abruptly.

"Unfortunately, she still died in the end, in the hands of her own people." Xinyue's voice sank, with a hint of loneliness and sadness in her hoarseness, as if she couldn't bear to relive the process again, and it directly turned the tragic The ending is laid out.

"That person..." Song Ye frowned and found clues from the clues in the past two days, "It's An Mo."

The person who loves each other with the inner disciple is An Mo.

"Yeah." Xinyue leaned against the head of the bed and closed her eyes gently, "An Mo grew up in the Ye family since he was a child. He was the husband of the Ye family who had been chosen a long time ago, but he came to provoke her."

In fact, she also knows that emotional matters cannot be decided by one person, let alone blame others. She has resented An Mo for so many years, but she has a sustenance in her heart.

So when she really spoke, her tone was more of a powerlessness.

"Is it the hand that An Mo was forced to move?" Song Ye made an inference according to the training method of the killer organization to cut off sex and desire.

But what Xinyue got was a negative answer, "No, it's because she was Ye Lingyin's personal maid."

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The night was as cool as water, and the night of early autumn had already been stained with coldness. The Ye family was located halfway up the mountain. Even at night, it was shrouded in mist, and the temperature was lower than that at the foot of the mountain.

This is the first time Song Ye has spent the night in the main house. The room is arranged in Ye Lingyin's next-door wing, separated by a layer of wooden boards. You can immediately know what's going on next door, and the first thing on the job tonight, she was called by name. vigil.

The night watch was originally responsible for personal safety, but Ye Lingyin summoned Song Ye into the room.

"Just stand here, watch me sleep, and remember to hold the lamp." In the very ancient scented boudoir, looking over the screen to the bedroom behind the bead curtain, the girl on the large carved bed changed into a white pajamas with a soft head. Her long hair made her face as white as jade.

At this time, Song Ye was standing at the head of the bed holding the lantern, looking down at the girl who was looking at her with her head tilted. The faces that were too similar often gave people a sense of trance. There were a few twists on his face, like a facial nerve disorder.

Thinking of what Xinyue said before leaving in the evening, Song Ye's heart sank.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Xu Shi noticed the strangeness in her eyes. The girl on the bed raised her brows, her facial features were wrinkled and twisted, and she was shocked again. She quickly touched her face with her hand and whispered in a low voice. : "Pay attention to control your emotions, pay attention to control your emotions...hehe..."

Suddenly, he laughed again.

Song Ye noticed a slight difference, and his deep pupils flickered in the candlelight.

"I'm going to bed, you must not leave." It was only nine o'clock at night, Ye Lingyin turned off the lights and didn't watch TV or play mobile phones. She put on the quilt early and curled up into a ball, like a helpless child. Then a few muffled syllables came out from the bed.

Um? Song Ye couldn't hear clearly, so he turned his ears to the side, and this time he finally understood.

"You can't die, no one will accompany me when you die..."

Song Ye couldn't see the expression on her face when she said this, but her heart was a little depressed by the old and gray tones in the room and the flickering candlelight.

Three hours passed, and in the dead of night, with a thud, the last candle in the lantern went out.

At the same time, the bed suddenly made a low whimpering sound.

She quickly opened her eyes from her light sleep, and her eyes accustomed to the night shot directly at the sleeping person in the bed.

"Hmm..." The girl bit her lower lip uncomfortably, her brows furrowed, and a low whimper came out of her mouth, as if she was suffering great pain.

Nightmares, or sickness? Song Ye frowned, and quickly put his hand on the other's forehead, but it was cold.

The cold skin feels weird to the touch, smooth but not delicate, slippery or slippery.

Song Ye's finger made a mistake, and he was about to touch the back of her ear. At this moment, the person who was struggling on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the big eyes radiated two strange lights in the darkness. Then the whole person quickly rushed towards Song Ye.

"Ahhhh..." The icy blade pierced through the darkness with rays of light, menacing, Ye Lingyin let out a roar, the whole person fell into a manic state, the delicate face twisted into a hideous appearance.

Song Ye observed the other party's state while dodging, as if to determine whether she was really crazy or fake.

Crackling, the tables and benches in the room were all overturned and violently destroyed, a mess.

After a long while, Song Ye finally hit her behind, a knife in hand slashed the person unconscious, and then it stopped.

Sending the person back to the bed, Song Ye saw that even in a coma, the girl was still covering her face with her hands, and the condensation between her eyebrows lingered for a long time.

There was so much movement in the room, but the secret guard at the door did not move at all. It could be seen that Ye Lingyin's situation was not the first time, and the Swiss Army Knife that he felt under the pillow for a moment when he opened his eyes was also always ready.

It can make a person still maintain such vigilance in sleep, either a killer or a person who has been oppressed in his heart for a long time.

Thinking of the scene in the main hall of Ye Meijing's move when she disagreed, Song Ye closed her eyes gently, and reached out to cover her with the quilt.

The next day, before Ye Lingyin got up, a maid had already entered the door to secretly pack up the things, and the person on the bed looked as usual after getting up, as if she didn't notice what happened last night.

"Today, you accompany me to my mother's place for breakfast. After breakfast, let's go to An Mo." Ye Lingyin, who was combing her hair in front of the dressing table, painted her lipstick. When she mentioned An Mo, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and the corners of her eyes and brows were darkened. Exposed sweetness.

Song Ye's focus was on the first half of the sentence. When she entered the dining room with her, she saw that Ye Jingjing was already dining at her seat. She had a cold attitude towards Ye Lingyin, and her words disrupted her schedule, "Go to Luo's house today and find Luo The young master taught you supernatural powers."