deadly mantra

Chapter 820 Everyone is their own master, and they all cherish their lives.

The next day, afternoon.

In the ice-covered yard, Cang Lie was flicking the charcoal fire in the stove with an expressionless face.

Qing Mo felt cold and didn't wear a mask today, so he looked a little uncomfortable. I remember looking at the closed door for the first time, and he couldn't help but say:
"Palace Master...did you sleep very late last night?"

Cang Lie's deep eyes showed indifference, he glanced at him and said:
"You can try knocking on the door."

Qing Mo came here early this morning and stood in the wind and snow for several hours. He felt that his facial features were frozen and no longer under his control. He pulled his cheeks and tried to force out a smile:

"I, I cherish my life. I'd better stand here and continue to wait."

The corners of Cang Lie's mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling:
"what ever."

Qing Mo opened his eyes wide in surprise, thinking he had seen it wrong:
"Cang Lie, why do I feel that your life after leaving Qi Fei's concubine has been much more nourishing than the rest of us?"

Cang Lie looked cold:

"If it hadn't been for that sword that stabbed Xian Xian, there would be no Cang Lie standing here today."

Qing Mo smiled awkwardly:
"At that time, everyone was in charge, not under his own control. You know this better than me. Besides, when the sword swung by me, Qing Mo, missed the target, unless I deliberately let you go. You must remember this kindness. "

How could Cang Lie not know Qing Mo's abilities?

No need to remind him, Cang Lie also knew that the sword that pierced his abdomen was originally aimed towards his heart.

"I remember." Cang Lie responded, holding two hot coals with a pair of tongs and putting them into the hand stove. He put them in a stove cover embroidered with red plums and handed them over to him.

Qing Mo's eyes lit up and he caught it happily. Just when he was about to praise him, the door suddenly opened and Ji Fanyin walked out sleepily. When he saw Qing Mo, his frown suddenly twisted into a ball, displeased. The mood is obvious.

"House, Master..." Qing Mo walked over nervously: "The young master ordered his subordinates to come over and give... something."

Ji Fanyin's irritability suddenly increased:
"See the south wall?"

Qing Mo turned around and looked, not sure why:
"The subordinates saw it."

Ji Fanyin sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the main room, which was covered with a thick carpet:

"As long as you see it, crawl out." "Uh..."

Qing Mo clenched the baggage in a daze and froze there with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Do you want to give you a ride in person?" Ji Fanyin raised her eyes and accidentally saw the heater in his hand. She pursed her lips and the coldness in her eyes dissipated a lot: "Give it to me."

"Hey!" Qing Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly handed over the baggage, but saw Ji Fanyin raise her thin eyebrows. She was very unhappy. She was confused again for a moment. She followed the gaze of her palace master and looked at her left hand, and suddenly realized, He quickly handed it over: "Palace Master, warm the stove."

Holding the hand stove and putting it on his lap, Ji Fanyin's frown relaxed a little.

Witnessing this, Qing Mo let out a long sigh of relief, and finally understood Cang Lie's true intention of handing over the heater, and couldn't help but peek behind him with tears in his eyes.

The yard was empty.

Where is Cang Lie's figure?

Qing Mo bowed slightly and asked tentatively:

"Hallmaster, this..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard footsteps and looked over.

Cang Lie walked across the corridor carrying the small coffee table and placed it in front of Ji Fanyin.

On the table, there are four dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, with balanced nutrition.

but.

His palace master has always been extravagant and wasteful, and these few home-cooked dishes are really too shabby.

Qing Mo felt strange and cast a questioning look at Cang Lie.

This Cang Lie is really becoming less and less good at serving others.

(End of this chapter)