"You plan to wash and sleep when you get home, and forget what you said today?" Homer's calm eyes stared at her lightly, but unfortunately, there was no joke in his eyes. For a while, the room was completely cold.

Leng Yiyao was stunned for a moment, only to realize that she had really forgotten something just now!

Holding the thigh should have the posture of holding the thigh!

She openly stated that she would stand on his side in the future, but she did not perform her duty well.

She bowed her head, wanting to beat her little chest helplessly, and sure enough, she was dazed by the beauty, and all her cleverness was thrown into the clouds. Turning his face, he raised a bright face, and looked at Frey with a smile: "The Marshal is too busy in his daily life, so it is too disturbing. You may have to trouble the colonel to contact me at any time."

Since you don't want to enter the military immediately and become a target on the bright side, you must consciously set your position.

Although a kite can travel in the sky, the thread on the other end must be in the other's hand. Otherwise, she just doesn't know how to praise.

In the room, everyone's eyes turned to Homer.

He lowered his eyes, as if he didn't bother to say anything.

So, Frey's heart suddenly lit up, and he showed his first smile today to Leng Yiyao: "In the future, keep in touch."

She hooked her lips and smiled quietly at Homer.

Homer's right hand was gently swayed in the air, his index finger and middle finger were close together, and the slender and straight fingertips seemed to draw an arc in the air, making people's eyes couldn't help but follow it.

Leng Yiyao lowered her head and sighed lightly. She was so beautiful that even Lu Ming was not as good as one or two. Really long experience.

Nodding lightly, she turned and left without hesitation.

The light in the room changed slightly with the opening and closing of the bedroom door. Her back looked slender and dexterous, but it was a little immature, not completely charming. Sixteen years old, the age of Huaguduo, has not yet fully bloomed, but it has made people unable to take their eyes off.

Frey bowed his head, but he was thinking in his heart that the performance of the marshal tonight was really different from usual. Is it because this Leng Yiyao is too special, or because she just happened to be in the sight of the marshal at the right time?

In the room, only four people remained silent.

Zhai Mu raised his eyes and looked at the marshal unconsciously, but he couldn't understand his expression at all. He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. What if the marshal didn't want him to talk too much?

"Do you have something to say?" He didn't even look at him, but Homer seemed to be able to control everyone's heart between applause. Calmly.

"The marshal just touched her wound. You should know that it was a knife wound." Zhai Mu thought about it and decided to tell the truth.

Homer's fingertips moved slightly, and the feeling of rubbing the soft skin just now seemed to be still lingering on his fingertips. Under the bandages and gauze, there are indeed long knife marks, which can be seen at a touch.

"When His Royal Highness Lu Ming died, the guards around him used machetes." City D was sealed. Although he had nothing to do with him, he couldn't help but be curious, so he checked carefully.

heard that most of the corpses of young boys and girls were killed by stab wounds. And Lu Ming and his guards were almost deadly. He had to wonder why the girl who was hiding the Sheshier machete was seriously injured that night...

"So what?" Who knows, after Hemo listened, he raised his head slightly. Junyi's deep facial features and thin and ruthless eyes seem to have not seen everything in this world.

"Since I can find it, His Royal Highness Lu Chen should be able to find it soon." Zhai Mu thought for a while, and then added the words....