The widow is a curse

Chapter 69 If "he" is not the emperor!
Sensing the danger, Bei Gonghan's body tensed up instinctively.

Her wrist trembled imperceptibly, and the three silver needles had slipped into her palm.

In the wide sleeves of the robe, Bei Gonghan turned his wrist, and the silver needle silently met Duanmu Yaoyang's chest.

Duanmu Yaoyang slowly raised his face, and his eyes moved to Bei Gonghan's face.

Then, he slowly raised his uninjured left hand.

Bei Gonghan didn't move, just waited and watched.

Now is not the time to kill Duanmu Yaoyang.

She didn't plan to make a move unless it was absolutely necessary.

Duanmu Yaoyang's right arm was injured, she was confident that he was not her opponent.

Years of sniper career have trained her calmness and patience.

Their eyes met in the air.

Duanmu Yaoyang's palm that had already touched Beigong's cold neck suddenly stopped.

The thumb and index finger gently pinched the few strands of messy hair hanging from Bei Gonghan's mask.

Then, he stroked the back of her head very gently.

Taking a step back and taking a deep breath, Duanmu Yaoyang's face disappeared, and a forced smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, Yaoyang lost his composure just now."

Did the play go well?

Bei Gonghan sneered in his heart, but he was also relieved at the same time.

"I understand how you feel! I have also experienced that kind of painful loss!

Thinking of my mother's death, I sometimes lose my composure!Just now, I was too presumptuous! "

"Your complexion is not good, take a good rest, I'm going back!"

After finishing speaking, she strode out of Duanmu Yaoyang's courtyard.

Strong and strong.

Objectively speaking, for Duanmu Yaoyang.

Whether it's his martial arts, his calmness and intelligence, these are all appreciated by Bei Gonghan.

She knew, if it wasn't for her position being different from his.

They should be able to become very good friends, even brothers who live and die together!

Thinking of this, Bei Gonghan sighed softly in his heart.

Watching her thin figure leave, Duanmu Yaoyang who rushed out also heaved a long breath.

This little emperor is far more mature and deep than ordinary ten-year-old children.

If her surname is not Beigong, if she is not the emperor!

Or, they might be able to be friends!
This night, someone is destined to suffer from insomnia!
(End of this chapter)