Jenny let Dong Wusheng into the house.

The room was well lit and the windows were bright and clean. There are several posters of rock stars on the walls. There was a desk by the window, with books and stereos, and a harmonica.

A room full of youthful atmosphere.

Dong Wusheng secretly commented.

Jenny pulled the two chairs in front of the table and pulled her to sit down, looking at her appearance, it seemed that she had a lot to say to Dong Wusheng.

For a girl in normal adolescence, it should be impossible to ask for a girl of the same age at home who can share her heart.

Jenny couldn't stop talking as soon as she opened the conversation, and she kept talking, mostly about the boy named Steve, and when she spoke, her royal blue eyes shone as if they were soaked in sunlight.

Dong Wusheng is also busy learning the current language as soon as she has free time these days, and in a special language environment, coupled with Madara, a good teacher who can always be patient, she can now master some of the most basic vocabulary.

And Jenny also deliberately slowed down the speed of speech and chose the simplest words, except for the occasional time when Jenny was immersed in her own world and accidentally sped up the speed of speech, at other times Dong Wusheng could also listen to a rough idea.

If you really don't understand, it's not a big problem, Jenny's little daughters, she doesn't say it, Dong Wusheng can guess it. She just hopes that the boy she likes can be recognized by others.

And all Dong Wusheng needs to do is smile and listen.

Jenny, this little girl, has been holding back for a long time.

Dong Wusheng thought to himself as he listened.

If this guy named Steve is really trustworthy, then letting him leave with Jenny seems to be a good solution.

As long as you flee to a deserted place, it won't affect anyone else, right?

When he saw his familiar and unfamiliar self in the mirror of the clothing store that day, Dong Wusheng didn't really have any reaction. She did remember something.

In this world, there are people who have already died, but they are still alive inexplicably, these people have died in the Heavenly Dao, but their souls are still in the world, as long as these people stay in the crowd, there will continue to be people dying for no reason, as if to die in their place.

Humans are unable to distinguish between the crowd those who have long since died, and even those themselves often think that they are just immortal.

But Dong Wusheng will never admit his mistake.

In her world, these people have a smell that cannot be smelled by humans, a smell that is like poison to her, and every time she smells it, it makes her miserable.

Such a person has a special name in the Protoss, called Calamity, and her duty is to return these people to their original destiny and die again, so as not to bring disaster to the world.

Who would have thought that he was still a fairy?

Seeing Jenny's radiant appearance when she talked about her sweetheart, Dong Wusheng waited for a while, and when she said that she was tired and relieved, Dong Wusheng smiled and held Jenny's hand, "If that boy is really like you say, why don't you take me to meet him?" I can help you convince Uncle George and Aunt Morinka." ”

"Really?"

Jenny's eyes were sparkling, and they were full of anticipation.

Seeing Dong Wusheng smiling and nodding, Jenny cheered and hugged Dong Wusheng, "Wusheng Dong!

Dong Wusheng was taken aback, reacted in hindsight, patted Jenny on the back, and showed a wry smile on his face.

The smell of calamity is really appealing.

Dong Wusheng and Jenny agreed that after dinner, they went out for a walk together under the pretext of asking Jenny to take her to meet Steve. Before that, Dong Wusheng decided to go with Madara to investigate the other calamities.

Based on how she's felt these days, there should be more than just Jenny and Steve in this town.

She had felt the smell of calamity in the cemetery long before she witnessed the collapse of Steve's cabin, but at that time the memories had not yet recovered to make a judgment against her.

Perhaps the sudden collapse of Steve's cabin was one of the causes and effects of other calamities.

As for what to do after finding the Calamity, she hadn't figured it out yet.

She should have killed them, but just as she couldn't do anything to Jenny, she didn't guarantee that she would be able to do anything to the other calamities.

No matter how many calamities she'd slain in the past, at least for now, she couldn't imagine using her hands to wipe out those who looked indistinguishable from ordinary people.

"Madara, have you ever seen me slay Calamity before?"

On the way to the cemetery, there was no sheng in the east.

Just before leaving, Dong Wusheng had already told Madara about the calamity.

Madara glanced at Dong Wusheng. The girl's expression looked very calm, as if there was no emotion in her heart, but that was exactly the problem.

When she was about to kill the Calamity she found, when she heard Calamity's family crying or Calamity herself begging for mercy, she had this expression—as if she wanted to completely isolate herself from the outside world, and wrapped herself in an absolute calm.

"There are countless people who have been saved because of you. ”

He really didn't know how to answer this question, and after thinking about it for a while, he only came up with this answer.

But there are countless family members and friends who have died because of her.

Dong Wusheng unconsciously answered in his heart.

Seeing that the girl's expression remained unchanged, Madara knew that his comfort didn't do much, he secretly sighed in his heart and touched the girl's head, "Don't be sad, you didn't do anything wrong." ”

Dong Wusheng opened Madara's hand and glanced at him dissatisfiedly, "Don't touch my head again!"

"Good. ”

Madara agreed, and then couldn't help but touch his hand twice.

Dong Wusheng: "......"

Half an hour later, the two came to the gate of the cemetery.

There are many camphor trees planted around the cemetery, the environment is very quiet, and in the shade of the trees, a row of neat and tall white picket fences encloses a square. Next to the gate, the renovated wooden house was only half-repaired, and only the four walls were visible, and the roof was not visible.

Through the window opening, which was reserved for the window, Dong Wusheng saw a tall figure working in a half-finished wooden house.

"Steve?"

The two walked to the hut. Dong Wusheng shouted tentatively.

Hearing this, the young man raised his head and looked in the direction of Dong Wusheng.

It was a very young face, with pale eyebrows, beautiful gray eyes, a very tall nose like most Westerners, thin lips, not long hair, reddish-brown, curly, and a friendly smile in those eyes at the sight of people.

"Hello, what's the matter?"