I just hope that she is scared of herself, and she is willing to ...... these imaginary fears even if they repeat the mistakes of the past As long as you scare yourself.

Gu Xiaoxiao's two eyes always fell straight ahead, but the center of the eyes seemed to be more inclined to the direction of the next point, which was the kind of appearance that only people who were determined to die would have, inexplicably resolute, inexplicably looking at death as home, no reason and at the same time without reservation.

Claude was able to open his mouth a little after he was sure that they were far enough away and that the figures of the two men were completely out of the sight of Don Quixote and the girl, hoping that the words he were uttering would move closer to the circle of words, but only in the hope that, in fact, after several successive attempts, he had only let his mouth and throat be torn apart by the murky air, and he was more frustrated and more frightened.

What should he say?

Maybe it would be wiser for him not to say anything.

But he still felt that it was best not to let his heroine sink into his own cranky thoughts all the time, so his body reacted faster, even if his mental strength did not fully agree with this approach.

“…… Hey, hey! ”

lost his former success, and when he heard himself make such a sound, even he felt that his performance was terrible, which was really insulting to his ideal reputation as an actor.

However, even in the interval of regret, he believed that he would speak again, vowing that he would never be so spitter again next time, but he didn't think that the girl reacted directly.

"What's wrong?" When he turned his head, he saw Gu Xiaoxiao's eyes clear. The smile is very bright, and there is no confusion and artificiality.

That's not right...... He originally felt that it was impossible for Gu Xiaoxiao to come back to his senses so easily, and even if he was really quick to react, he should have pretended to be unharmed, at least it should be what he thought, his judgment had never been much different from the facts, but now it was unexpected.

It's too fast...... It's just too fast.

So Claude originally wanted to prepare a logical step for the girl's unnaturalness, but now the roles are reversed. On the contrary, I was a little speechless. Speechless to a heart.

"Uh, haha...... Ha ......"

"What are you laughing at?"

Is that also called laughter? Claude's subconscious eyebrows raised in his heart - woman, can you really accept that this is a laugh?

But in the face of Claude's stiff smile, Gu Xiaoxiao looked at him innocently, and her big purple eyes were full of simple questions.

"Ah...... I mean. You were in too much of a hurry just now. We haven't chosen Yongdao ...... yet."

"Isn't it already said that you will follow the direction of the leaves?"

"But the leaves don't tell us which direction to choose......" Claude continued to twitch the corners of his mouth. There are rare traces of sweat droplets on the forehead, but the vampire's body is obviously as cold as ice, so the only explanation can only be "cold sweat". (Sheng Xiaohuan: Hehe.) This kind of joke is really cold...... ）

With his hand retracted to block his mouth, Gu Xiaoxiao suddenly giggled.

Claude looked at the girl's body in a daze, trembling slightly, a little strange, did he tell some jokes?

"It's not a random choice, we've always followed the direction of the leaves! It hasn't changed! ”

“…… That's right! Claude said, subconsciously ignoring the crisp laughter that sounded like bells colliding, and took a few steps forward and turned back, as if he had thought of some key question, "We are going in one direction like this, what if there is an obstacle ahead?" For example, a dead end......"

Gu Xiaoxiao blinked, and when her pupils flickered, it was like the swaying of firelight reflected by glass beads.

"It's okay, we just need to make a big hole in it!"

"Huh? Big hole? Claude suddenly wanted to add, what if it was a mountain?

"As long as we can get by."

Perhaps an unintentional remark at that time revealed the girl's character, no matter how much she wanted to achieve her desire in her heart, it would not come to the point of "destruction".

****

No further attempts were made to add an impression to Gu Xiaoxiao's memory, and although the human spirit's final performance was a little extraordinary, Don Quixote did not feel that it was enough to change the course of events.

He looked at the slender back and left without thinking, acting extremely willful, never looking back, always stubborn, a little bit of momentum without hitting the south wall and not looking back.

He has seen too many such people, and the most impressive thing about him is his unfashionable brother, and it may be a bit biased to use him as an example, but in any case, in his memory, such a person is a failure in the end.

"See?"

"Master."

"See her expression?" Don Quixote always looked in the direction where Gu Xiaoxiao and Claude left, "I know what you want to say, but it doesn't matter whether she believes or doesn't believe my words, what I want is ...... Waver! When the subjective cognition and impression that has been subjectively affected by the outside world for a long time and deviated, then the trust that has always been held in the heart will also be shaken, I don't need her to really make a choice on the question of whether to leave or right, as long as she is confused for a while, because human beings at this time are too easy to make mistakes, whether it is to eliminate or manipulate it is easy......"

"Got it."

The evening mist bowed respectfully, but the eyelids that were lowered towards the ground faintly passed by.

Don Quixote, her master, seems to be unable to overcome him with anything.

He knew everything, and she didn't know what he was afraid of.

His wisdom and cunning are like flames made of ice, not arrogant, not proclaiming, and unusually steady.

Maybe it's because he's really old...... However, according to the general principle, those who live longer and are closer to death, and who are like candles in the wind, should be more prone to irritability and anger, unable to sink their temperament, and eager to achieve success.

No matter how long it has passed, no matter how dangerous the changes have occurred, Yuki has never seen him show the expression of a loser, and he has no worries, so that she can't find a suitable reason to be blatantly worried, whether it is her as an executor of orders, or her as a follower, or even ...... It's just her in the evening fog.

"Goodbye......" was a little hoarse voice, muttering to himself, although the off-string sound was not revealed, but it was clear, and it was even more clear to Xiwu. (To be continued.) )