Since I encountered these strange things, I am afraid that there are only two existences, and they have not hurt her, one is Leng Qiuhan, who has saved him again and again, and the other is the slime who is willing to use his weak body to block in front of him even in the face of the strength of a powerful enemy.

But just these two simple examples, I won't let myself have any good looks at the monsters, and I can appreciate the difference in power.

"Golden Vine Kite, I'm very fragile, I'm not your demons, nor those cultivators, I have great power, or those old ways, they can seal you, I'm very different from all of you, just a fragile and weak human being, no matter how strong I am, I know in my heart that my neck is so weak, and a gentle pinch of a finger is brittle."

Zhong San leaned against the wall beside him, his fingers running over the lines on the wall.

The landlord is indeed tasteful, affectionate people, even the wallpaper is also very good-looking, a quiet piece, the whole article is a snow-white color, slightly with some warm tones, does not hurt the eyes and does not attract people.

Only at the doorway, slightly closer, can you see a few patterns.

Zhong has little knowledge in the past three years, and he doesn't know what it is, and he doesn't have the leisure to look for it, but occasionally when he leans against the wall, he will pay attention to it once or twice.

Fingertips caress the faint lines on it, I don't know if it's my own illusion, the original dull lines, but when I know it, it seems to be mixed with a little flash, but when I look at it, it's gone.

Maybe it's a material issue.

Just think about it and turn this one over.

"You...... Isn't there a cold autumn? ”

"Alas!" Zhong Sannian breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and he didn't know what to say, "Didn't I say it just now, why are you embarrassed to trouble people again?" This is not a life-threatening matter, if it were really me, I would still be able to take down my face and ask for others, how can I ask for such a sporadic thing? ”

"You... Don't you know? The golden libie's voice was low and questioning, as if it had come out of the darkness, and slowly spread out of the crack in the door.

Zhong Sannian frowned tightly, this sentence is a little inexplicable, what do you want to know?

"You and Leng Qiuhan, don't you know how many entanglements there are between the two of you?" The voice of the golden clay was cold, as if it came out of the abyss.

Zhong Sannian couldn't help but shudder, raised his hand and rubbed his arm and took two steps back, muttering in his mouth, "What are the entanglements between the two of us, life owes a lot of favors to others, if I have the opportunity, I will do my best to pay it back, I can't be a good person, just consume other people's kindness, whether it's a person or a monster, you can't do this kind of thing." ”

In her early years......

It's not like it was in the early years.

It's just 20 years.

Some people have also been kind to themselves, but they didn't take it to heart, it was just a matter of time, and they used to complain a little in their hearts, why did they suddenly change their faces on the second day.

But then I think about it, people are willing to be good to themselves, and they already need to be grateful, so why bother to mix up their little resentments and preserve that beauty?

And for the good ones, it seems that there are always some people who are willing, and the constant demand is slowly getting a little bored.

People are really complicated.

Zhong Sansan felt that he was not a very good one.

The person who was good to her changed his face on the second day, that is, he felt that the other party was a little wrong, and he had to explain himself in his heart before he could pass it.

And who is better to me, and the other party has more times, don't feel annoyed in your heart, and start to hide from others twice or three times.

So I have never experienced that I can be twice or three times good by anyone, but sometimes I also think, if I can really understand, will I ask for more?

She didn't think she was perfect.

So, ah.

There is a limit to what others can do to themselves.

But save a little.

"You really don't know." The voice was light and fluttering, and it was difficult to perceive, and in the ethereal room, there was not even a trace of reply.

The golden purple kite's throat was mixed with a little grotesque, and the voice was so small that he couldn't hear it at all except himself, after all, this sentence went out of himself and fell into his ears, and his body was lying on the wooden board, as if from this thin door, he could see how natural the people outside were.

In the light yellow eyes, a few hints of interest flashed, and they were all shining.

Ambilight eyes, looking at a figure outside, flashed with the changes of the other party.

He chewed on the other party's words himself, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't fall, and it seemed to be a little mocking.

"Leng Qiuhan, Leng Qiuhan, look at the way you show off your might, it's not like people can't even remember you now, hum!"

The golden cite muttered to herself, but with a little pride, as if she remembered the cold person who made people shiver, and the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be erased, and she was very happy.

Leng Qiuhan in the end, in which alley did he oppress him, this hatred has always lived in his heart, it was originally a small thing, he had to smash this grudge in his heart, and he couldn't say how big the hatred was, but the grievances accumulated, and it was inevitable that he wanted some bad thoughts to rectify the other party.

"It's better to ......"

The golden claw kite put his voice back into a loud voice, and his voice was a little clear, "Zhong San, I want to write a letter, you can take it with you, if there is anything you can go, fate will go inside to help me send the letter." ”

When Zhong Sannian heard this, he felt that there was some truth, and he wanted to give this letter to himself, if there was really a coincidence in the future, when he could help send it over.

After all, I don't have that much money, so if I have to take this buddy in, if I can send my heart over, I can get an extra income, which is really a good thing.

"But I'm not sure, when the time comes, what if I don't have the opportunity?"

How can she have that self-confidence, sending a letter to the monster's family, this kind of thing, for her own weak existence, in the end, there are still some challenges.

How can you find an opportunity, according to your own luck, this kind of opportunity is estimated to be impossible to complete in a hundred years.

The golden cites muttered, "How could it be? With your fate, I'm afraid that there will be more contact in the future? How could there be no chance? ”