Rao is an old monster like me who has lived for tens of thousands of years, and when I hear the story of the wind blow, I still can't help but feel a little sad. Others may not be able to understand his feelings, but I do, I understand his heart of wanting to die, and I also understand the belief that the innocent girl who died wants to live.

Because it was a nightmare that I couldn't get rid of all night as a demon.

Being reminded of the memories, my whole person seemed a little trance, and Sinan on the side noticed my strangeness and quietly put his hand on my shoulder.

The cold body temperature was imprinted on my skin through the light fabric, and I slowly calmed down, I raised my head and drank the tea in the cup, and said in a deep voice:

"Why are you here today?"

"She's coming, maybe tonight. Her greatest wish in this life is to see the blooming of the epiphany, and I want to help her fulfill this wish. ”

Compared with the difficult tone of recall, when the purpose of his trip was mentioned, Feng Jie's tone became much calmer. Seeing him like this, my heart hurt inexplicably.

This calming down was not a reaction after his emotions calmed down, but he thought he was finally relieved.

In the end, he still didn't let go of himself, everything he did now, the purpose of his efforts to live, was just for that woman. If she died, then there was no need for him to live.

"Although the epiphany blooms for a very short time, it does not bloom only once in thousands of years. ”

Sinan, who has always been calm, was not disturbed by the story of the wind like me, although he didn't say everything, but everyone present knew the meaning. I looked at Sinan complainingly, only thinking that his actions were a little too cruel, but Feng Jie didn't seem to care about this at all, and only replied silently:

"All the epiphanys she's ever raised, or even seen, are dead, and I've tried all sorts of things, but never succeeded. To be honest, I'm not hopeful that you can help her, I'm just, I'm just afraid that I'll be sorry for her. ”

The sound of the wind became softer and softer, and at last I could hear him whimper. I was about to say something to comfort the windbreaker, but as I was thinking, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the dense scars on his arms. Those scars of different shades and sizes, which are obviously long-term self-harming behaviors, are they ......

A bold idea smashed into my mind like a thousand pounds, and I bit my lip and asked softly:

"Forgive me, girl, she...... Not...... Are you ...... Are you feeding her your own blood?"

I'd love to try to be a tactful question, but I really don't know how to structure my language. Feng Jie seemed to have expected me to ask this question, and his emotions did not fluctuate much, as if he was answering a very common question:

"She's a blood demon and can only survive by sucking fresh blood, and we don't want to harm any innocent life, so every once in a while, I feed her with my own blood to make sure she doesn't have major problems with her body. But every time she was afraid of hurting me, she wouldn't drink any more. ”

Although the wind is light, I know that the process must be extremely painful. I still have a lot of questions I want to ask, but with such answers, there is no point in asking any more questions. I sighed and looked firmly into the wind's eyes.

"I'll do my best to help you fulfill your wishes, and now, take us to her. ”