Song Zhaosu pushed away the grass with his hands, and his round cat eyes stared like a Tongling, shooting out lightning-like shrewdness.

His eyes were aimed at the back of Si Yu's head, and his wrist was slightly exerted, trying to stab the dagger in the chaos to bring an unexpected and fatal blow.

However, unfortunately, she just stared in the direction and didn't notice that a wild cat was sleeping beside her, and her feet accidentally stepped on the cat's tail.

The wild cat "shocked" and made a thrilling "meow!" sound!

It was like a thunder thunder roaring on the flat ground.

The wild cat jumped in the air, and your panicked pupils stared at the fighting camp not far away, heading towards them like crazy.

The guards trembled by the sharp cat meows. Before they could react, the wild cat rushed among them and took the lead to scratch the head guard's face with a claw.

"Ah!" The head guard screamed, with a bloody claw mark on his face.

The scorching pain made him jump up with his face covering his face, but it was even more shocked that the wild cat jumped up and down even more madly, and even the other guards could not escape!

"Ahhhh!"

Screams rang one after another, and the guards were in a state of great mood to deal with Si Yu, and they rolled and crawled away from here.

Song Zhao, “…”

Good guy, I'm fucking good guy!

The girl looked at this dramatic scene in a daze.

Si Yu was still standing upright there, the sudden strong wind blew up the leaves on the ground, and his ink-colored clothes roared, outlining a rampant and wanton arc.

The boy looked over with deep eyes, and his peach blossom eyes were dark and deep, falling on the dagger that Song Zhao raised high against him.

Assassination failed.

Song Zhao put down his hand like lightning, and walked out with a look of surprise as if he was concealed, "Si Yu, are you okay?"

An unknown emotion flashed across Si Yu's face, and his lips were pursed, "You made the wild cat."

Song Zhao nodded with a complicated expression, "...Is that true."

The clouds on the surface are light and the wind is light, but in fact, bitter wine enters the throat and heart to cause pain.

What a great opportunity for assassination, it's gone.

Si Yu's mood was even more complicated. He originally thought that Song Zhao was maliciously slandering him, but he didn't expect that she was really helping him.

It can be seen that Song Zhao really has no intention of harming him.

Seeing that she was holding a dagger in her hand, she must have wanted to help him get those servants?

This little girl was a little girl, and she looked so bullied that she dared to take a knife for him.

Si Yu turned his head slightly, and the sunlight fell from the side, projecting on his deep and cold facial features, as if illuminating a pool of stars.

The face that had always been gloomy at this moment revealed a little bit of glamorousness, "Why help me?"

He knew very well that no one in this world would treat him well for no reason.

He has nothing, so what is worthy of the help of the second girl of the Song family?

Did she like him?

This thought flashed through, and an indescribable feeling suddenly surged in Si Yu's heart.

Song Zhao's mood was completely unable to calm down at this time. He avoided Si Yu's eyes and replied bitterly, "Because, because I think you are a good person."

When Si Yu's heart shook when he met the little girl's spotless warm gaze.

Ignoring the inexplicable strange emotions in my heart, my eyebrows and eyes were filled with laughter.

He knew that with his current identity, how could Song Zhao, who was above his brilliance, be admired?

It was nothing more than just a momentary intention and help him out of sympathy.

The boy licked the tip of his teeth, and his thin lips seemed to be soaked in blood. "Then you may be disappointed."

He is not a good person.

Song Zhao spread his hands at him, "Give me the hairpin back."

Si Yu looked at her with his eyes, "I feel very painful, come closer."

Song Zhao stepped forward obediently.

Si Yu put the hairpin into her hand, then quickly touched his wrist and pinched her white cheeks hard.

"Let go, be presumptuous!"

Song Zhao inhaled in pain, his eyes full of shock.

This person is still a poor little girl now, so how dare you pinch her?

"Little girl, are you angry?" Si Yu pulled his lips leisurely, and the hostility in his eyes had dissipated a lot, but his expression still looked like he was not easy to mess with by a big man.

While speaking, he poked Song Zhao's face with his finger again.

The soft cheeks poked the nest one by one.

A low smile overflowed from the boy's throat, making him look more careless and gave people a very aggressive feeling.

"Or else, I'll poke you back?"

Song Zhao rubbed his face and withdrew his eyes.

She has that heart, but not that courage!
Chapter completed!