I didn't know what to do for a while, but my grandfather's eyes fell on me again, and he told me to go to him.

His eyes are already chilling, and people will have to be driven by it willingly if they look at it for a second longer.

As he focused on me again with a gaze that was clearly murderous, my long-lost fear was completely awakened, and every cell in my body was terrified.

He had never used a murderous look at me before, and he would only dote on me every time he paid attention to me in any previous situation.

As every cell in my body became extremely afraid, I knew more clearly that he had to kill the little monk and would not allow me to have the slightest beak.

To me, in the final analysis, he was something I feared terribly.

It's just that the previous fear was wrapped in layers of too thick sugar coating, which caused me to finally taste the bitterness at this moment.

I walked towards him, and my steps were heavier than ever.

I resisted going to him, but I didn't dare to disobey.

I didn't dare to look back at the little monk again, I didn't know if in his heart, my actions were considered revenge.

He may have decided that my grandfather and I had colluded a long time ago.

Only then did I realize how much I didn't want him to die, not just because he saved me, but because there seemed to be some other reason.

As for the other reasons, I don't have time to go into details.

I walked towards my grandfather, hoping for the first time that I would never be able to walk to his grandfather's side, but no matter how long the road is, there will eventually be an end, not to mention that the distance between me and my grandfather is not far.

When I walked to my grandfather's side, he immediately ordered me to continue to my destination, obviously not wanting to give me a chance to speak or stop.

The command of his return brought me to struggle excess.

I, who had never disobeyed my grandfather before, still acted according to my words as a result of my struggle, and I didn't have the courage to defend the little monk.

I was forced to keep walking, listening to the sound of the battle coming clearly from behind me, tears falling out of my eyes without warning.

I resisted the urge to turn back immediately, and I quickened my pace.

In the darkness of the night, the place where I had been attacked by the coffin was completely destroyed.

The fragments of the coffin were scattered in a pool of black blood that had long since dried up.

The scene in that place made my eyes tingle.

By the time I arrived at my destination, Lowe had already completed his mission ahead of schedule and was preparing to evacuate the scene.

She looked quite shocked by my presence, took a few steps back, her eyes were in panic, and then she lowered her eyes and walked towards me tremblingly.

I waited for her to come up to me, then grabbed her by the neck and dragged her off the ground.

She closed her eyes tightly, her expression in pain, and trembled more and more, but she continued to defend herself as I continued to tighten her neck and increase the strength of my hands.

Her reaction made my anger even stronger.

I choked her neck alive.

I knelt on the ground again, hugging her corpse, and tears rained down.

The little monk died.

I killed Lowe.

It turns out that Luo is also irreplaceable in my heart.

But why did she betray me?

Why don't you want to justify her betrayal, even if it's only half a sentence?

There was a commotion of footsteps approaching quickly, and I was forced to lay down Luo's body and quickly evacuate the scene before anyone could enter the door.

After I evacuated the scene, I went straight down the mountain, and my eyes cooled sharply.

Lo would betray me, undoubtedly at the coercion of my grandfather.

Luo refused to justify her betrayal even half a sentence because she was indiscernible, and once she justified it, she would inevitably mention her grandfather.

She knew she could think of Grandpa without saying it, but she couldn't.

Once she mentions that her grandfather will not even have a chance to die quickly, she will be less tortured if she dies in my hands.

She must have been watching my grandfather's every move all the time.

Grandpa should have always been aware of my affairs.

Then, the so-called guilt of the grandfather who rushed to Mohe before was due to the fact that Luo saw the little monk with me in the illusion of Rouge Valley.

It's not that he doesn't know who it was that broke into the illusion back then.

He already knew that it was the little monk who broke into the illusion back then.

So when Luo told him about it, he hurried to Mohe and was forced to mention his deception to me in the form of an active plea.

He mentions his deception of me in order to eliminate the estrangement I have from him.

But since he was glad that it was the little monk's intrusion into the illusion that forced the paper man to end the illusion early, and since he had never made a move on the little black snake, he shouldn't kill the little monk just because he didn't want the little monk to pester me anymore.

There must be other reasons for this that I don't know.

On the streets of Mohe, when he and I met the little monk head-on, the little monk's gaze fell on him and there was a brief pause.

At that time, although the little monk's footsteps did not stop, there was thoughtfulness in his eyes.

Could it be that the little monk actually saw him once but forgot about it?

Could it be that he is the person the little monk is looking for?

It is very likely that the little monk came out to look for someone, but it was actually looking for revenge.

There was already a grudge between him and the little monk, but one forgot about it, but the other still remembered it.

It's just that why didn't he do it until the little monk met me again?

He also has paper figures to help him gather information.

Is it because it was difficult to find the trace of the uncertain little monk even if he relied on paper figures to collect information before, or was there something else hidden?

Thinking of this, I stopped again.

I was so eager to rush to the scene of the confrontation between my grandfather and the little monk, and the thought in my heart was to stand in line with the little monk and help the little monk.

But do I really have to deal with grandpa?

My current manic heart, the betrayal of my grandfather's control from Luo, and the negative effects of the little monk's fear of his life have made me almost lose my mind.

However, there are two sides to everything.

Since grandpa has a grudge against the little monk, it is reasonable for him to kill the little monk, even if I kill the little monk for him, it is a matter of course.

It is not a sin for my grandfather to know everything about me through Luo, and it is completely understandable that he is too worried about me.

Although he rushed to Mohe before to make the so-called guilty plea was forced, he did work hard to eliminate the estrangement I had with him.

I used to think, since my grandfather treated me very well, and he was gracious to recreate him, even if I harvested my life at any time, I was duty-bound, and I couldn't betray it, where did I go?

Just because of a little monk, I had the idea of meeting my grandfather in battle, and I was really ungrateful.

In this way, Lowe's death was in vain.

In this way, Luo died in vain at my hands.

I looked around and smiled bitterly, and it was hard to say how I could move forward, and my heart felt that my steps were extremely slow.

When I walked back to the place where my grandfather and the little monk were fighting, there was no little monk as far as I could see, and my grandfather was lying motionless in a pool of blood as far as I could see.

The pool of blood was particularly shocking to my eyes.

I was immediately full of worries, and there were no more distractions, so I rushed to my grandfather's side, and with trembling hands, I checked his injuries and probed his snort.

Grandpa's injuries were not serious, but he lost too much blood and suffered a blow to his head.

As I sat him up, he slowly opened his eyes and looked weak, smiled and took my hand to tell me not to be afraid to tell me that he couldn't die.

His reaction reminded me of the scene when he woke up from a serious injury on a lonely island ten years ago.

When he woke up twice, he was the first to hold my hand and tell me not to be afraid to tell me that he couldn't die.

The overlap of memory and reality burst my tear ducts, and I couldn't control myself from crying again, this time also because my grandfather was injured, but with a strong sense of shame.

I shouldn't be suspicious of my grandfather anymore, and I shouldn't have the idea of fighting with my grandfather because of anyone or anything.

I should have loved my grandfather so much, but now it's normal to have a little more fear.

The strong should be looked up to and feared.

"Girl, do you want to give Grandpa the medicine before crying?" Grandpa's inquiry reminded me that he had reminded me of crying snot bubbles in order to stop my crying.

My tears were even more urgent.

I found an external application for my grandfather to apply it carefully, and then after he started to heal his knee on the spot, I urged him to help him recover as soon as possible.

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