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She couldn't imagine how Purple Pupil would answer if she asked about the Fountain of Life.

However, to her surprise.

Whether it was Zitong or Zitu, no one mentioned the matter of the Spring of Life, she personally fed Zitu to eat, he just ate silently, and Zitong sighed while eating.

"What is this made of, nectar, really, isn't it, Zitu?"

"Well, it's sweet, but it's not greasy."

"And this, fruit wine, it tastes like juice, it's not bad compared to the Star Special Brew, isn't it, Purple Disciple?"

"Yes, it's delicious."

"Purple disciple, don't always be en, okay, Luo Jia is feeding you, you have to thank you."

"Thank you." The purple disciples did as they were told.

Purple Hitomi just smiled and shook her head, then stood up from the table, "I'm full, you two eat slowly, I'll go out and look at the stars." ”

She got up and left, and went to sit in the tree and look at the stars, leaving the room for the two of them.

Zitu watched as Luo Jia brought the wooden spoon over again, he fed a milk-like plant pulp in the spoon, and shook his head slightly, "Okay, I'm full." ”

"Then ......," Luo Jia stood up, "I'll go get some water to rinse your mouth." ”

"Luojia." The purple disciple spoke softly.

"Huh?" Luo Jia stopped.

The purple disciple stared at her face and slowly spoke, "I'm grateful that you brought me back, Miss Matter has already told me that the Fountain of Life is a sacred relic of the elf clan, and I am not an elf in the village, forget it." ”

He just looks wooden and not good at confession, and he is not really stupid, not to mention, Luo Jia is a person who can't hide things in the first place, and Zitu has already seen through her.

"Actually, grandpa ......" Luo Jia hesitated and didn't know what to say, she was not a liar, but she was afraid that if she told the truth, he would be sad.

"I understand." Zitu interrupted her, "I'm not angry or disappointed. ”

"Purple disciple, I ......"

Luo Jia stood in front of him, biting her lip and unable to speak.

Seeing her aggrieved and helpless appearance with tears in her eyes, Zitu just frowned slightly, he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to help her wipe her tears, and then found that his hand was not obedient, and his heart was a little inexplicably irritated.

Suppressing his dryness, the purple disciple raised the corners of his lips upward, revealing a relaxed look, "Let's go eat, you must be hungry after such a long journey." ”

Luo Jia wanted to say, but she didn't know what to say.

I'm sorry?!

No, she couldn't tell.

Biting her lip and sitting down at the table, she tried to eat to hide her emotions, but tears dripped down the spoon with the syrup.

Zitu looked at her background, looked at her slightly shrugged shoulders, and had already guessed that she was crying.

He frowned, trying to stand up, just to prop up a little, he felt unbearable pain in his spine and arms, the most important thing was not the pain, but that he and Ben couldn't support it.

With a muffled sound, the purple disciple folded back onto his pillow.

"Purple disciple?!" Hearing the voice, Luo Jia turned her face sharply and rushed over to support him, "How are you?" ”

"It's okay, I just want to move." Zitu looked at her still tearful eyes, "Don't cry, don't cry." ”

He has never coaxed people, and he doesn't know how to persuade her, and he can't move his body, just simply say don't cry.

Luo Jia's tears became more and more unstoppable, "Zitu, I'm ...... It's all my fault, it's me who made you like this. ”

"It's not your fault." Purple disciple road.

Zitu frowned slightly, his face calm.