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"How much longer?"

Jinyong frowned and asked... Along the way, he didn't know how many times he had asked the same question.

If you care, you will be chaotic... As the head of the root department, how could Zhen Yong, who had performed countless missions in various parts of the ninja world, not even be able to measure such a simple distance? It's just that along the way, he hasn't settled down... He was scared.

Lookers-on see most of the game... Orochimaru couldn't see it very clearly, these days, the true courage of cutting down trees and rubbing rocks is not the friend he is familiar with... At least Orochimaru had never seen such a flustered and impatient Thousand Hands True Brave.

Whether it was the first time I negotiated with him, or every cooperation after that, in addition to the great and terrifying strength, the deepest impression that this young man left on Orochimaru was the calmness and castle that did not match his age - but now, he was like a child who was afraid of the dark, desperately running in the direction of home at dusk...

He was scared... I'm afraid I'll never see that woman again...

"We're almost there."

Orochimaru's voice is still so hoarse, but I don't know if it's for the little Shion in his arms, that indifference is gradually being replaced by gentleness.

"Take a break."

didn't answer, Zhenyong just stubbornly shook his head, and sped up the pace of progress by himself...

Although he had barely closed his eyes in the past few days, the burning sensation from his soul had been urging him to speed up.

Orochimaru frowned... Although Xiao Ziyuan didn't mean to rest, his increasingly pale face and the bloodshot in his eyes made Leng Jun dare not be careless.

"Let's take a break!" This time, there was some unhappiness in his tone, "Aster is still too young to stand this kind of bump." ”

The hurried pace finally stopped... For his daughter's guilt, after all, Zhenyong stopped for a while - he can not care about his body, but Xiao Shiyuan can't... For Maitreya, she must be healthy.

"Uncle, I..."

Shion tugged at the placket of Orochimaru's clothes, and although her voice was already very weak, the little girl still stubbornly hoped that she would return to her mother as soon as possible... But when he touched the concerned gaze that Zhenyong turned around, he fell silent...

She tilted her head and buried her face in Orochimaru's chest - because of the accident at the first meeting, she still had an almost instinctive resistance to Zhenyong.

…

His daughter's evasion made Zhenyong's heart throb again, he barely kept smiling, and reached out to touch Xiao Shion's head, but the latter, who felt it, curled up and avoided it...

"I'm afraid she's thirsty, I'll go find some water..."

Nodding to Orochimaru, Zhenyong had to find an excuse to leave in a hurry... In the backpack behind Orochimaru was the bamboo cup he had just filled with dew in the morning...

"Hey..."

Looking at the aster in his arms, whose eyes were also red, Leng Jun could only sigh helplessly...

Creation makes people.

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"Ahem... Ahem, ahem..."

Inside the veil, Maitreya's voice was a little less hydrated and lighter than before... It seems to be a river that is about to dry up, and it can't wait for the rainy season to be swallowed up by the wind and sand.

The intermittent coughing sound is fragile and distressing.

"Your Excellency..."

The maiden who took care of the shrine maiden's daily life knelt outside the tent - since yesterday, the shrine maiden could not even sit up, and her condition deteriorated faster than expected.

The weak coughing gradually stopped, and after a while, a woman's voice as thin as a mosquito finally sounded

"Aster... Are you back? ”

"Back to my lord... There is no news of Miss Shion yet. ”

“…”

There was a brief silence within the tent, and then a weak cough lingered again for a moment.

"You go down..."

"Yes..."

The young woman slowly got up, and then carefully exited the witch's room, and after the creaking sound that symbolized the door being closed, all that was left in the room was the faint coughing sound that came from time to time...

Aster...

The amber eyes are no longer as ethereal as they were when Zhenyong first saw him... Sickness and life have tormented the shrine maiden to the point of weakness, and even the eyes that seemed to be able to see the truth have become cloudy...

Maitreya has no regrets in her life - as a shrine maiden, in her generation, she has finally solved her long-cherished wish with the spirit, and does not need future generations to repeat the tragedy of her ancestors, which has already fulfilled everything for her... Even if you die now, you won't have any regrets!

…

It was supposed to be like this, if it weren't for the asters... If it weren't for her daughter.

Although Maitreya was a shrine maiden before becoming a mother, what mother doesn't want her children to be safe and sound, and doesn't want to watch her children grow up in front of them?

"Ahem..."

Breathing became more difficult, and the coughing became more intense...

- Unfortunately, the heavens have already favored her too much, and this time, she is not going to give her any more favors...

It's almost impossible to open your eyes... But Maitreya could still feel her life passing through her fingers, and maybe when the west wind blew out the broken candle, she would die wordlessly...

…

A large hand held her hand silently, as if from some distant, unfulfilled dream...

A warm energy began to flow from his fingers, and then gently flowed into her veins-the eyes that had been unable to open gradually regained their clarity, and Shijie, who had gradually fallen into silence, now heard a man's whimper...

…

"Hold on... You hold on! ”

She opened her eyes with all her might, and the familiar face appeared in front of her again.

Outside the window, there was the sound of rain, and the witch's smile flashed away, and then turned into silent tears...

"You shouldn't have come..."