"Until now, you won't tell me the truth, that's it, in that case, you can stay like this."

Hu Zhongjun: Listen to me.

was clumped into a ball and fell into the palms of Yue and Lin, he was originally an elf in the lake, but now he was pinched in the frost, and he only felt a chill.

couldn't reveal a word, he didn't even give himself a chance to squeak.

seems to be afraid that if he says something, it seems that he can hurt him, and people really can't figure out what kind of disease is this, just deceived him, how do you feel as if you are cheating on feelings.

Hu Zhongjun curled up in the palm of his hand and couldn't help but feel a pain in his head, he really didn't care what he had become. It's just that in the past three years, where has he gone, and what kind of crisis he has suffered, he can't help but feel anxious.

An old friend for many years led me all the way here to look for news in the past three years, but I happened to meet such a person here.

What will Yue and Lin do with this little monster who deceived him?

Hu Zhongjun doesn't care anymore, how cruel he is treated by a person is not within the scope of his imagination, and the only thing that can care about his heart is the girl who once saved him.

was innocent, was implicated in this monster world, a simple girl, under such an action that can affect the weather, it was also in crisis, it was not a trivial matter, not to mention, it was his old friend who sent a message in person, came to look for it, there must be something, so they had no way to imagine it.

It's just such a juncture that he was caught.

If it's another one and a half points off, maybe he'll be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

At least before he died, he knew that the person who was kind to him lived a good life without suffering anything, and there was still hope for him to live, instead of letting him completely disappear in this piece of loneliness, and there was no way to keep even a comfort in his heart. How sad.

"Why don't you even have the strength to move, and you're so tired of me?"

Yue Helin never thought that he would be so verbose about things other than bargaining, but this sentence really poked into his heart.

The people who have been thinking about it in their hearts are completely careless, and the rest of them don't put themselves in their hearts at all, even if they are now in the palm of their hands, they still have a kind of indifferent distancing, as if he is not in front of him at all, and they are so estranged that they are fiercely inserted into his heart, making him at a loss.

He squeezed the ball of water in his hand and turned to leave.

He can't control it at this time, his jealousy has already come out, so that his strength can't come out quickly, it's not something that can be hidden, and even all the treasures in the world are important.

He just wants to tighten the person in his heart in his palm, and refuses to let him escape, even if the other party is just a ball of water, he has to hold it in the palm of his hand.

"Let me go."

Hu Zhongjun couldn't move, he couldn't do anything, he could only let the other party, and even in this way, he couldn't see any expression, to look around, what kind of appearance he had become, he didn't even know where he was and where he was.

I don't even understand what happened outside, I only know that I was taken away, and it is very likely that the cyan color will disappear, and there is no way to see what kind of ending that simple girl is.

Even vaguely heard someone calling their name, but that voice was fleeting, there was no way to really stay at this time, and it was impossible to practice the meaning of the activity in the palm of someone's hand, and there may be no way to respond, this shout.

"Hu Zhongjun! Hu Zhongjun! ”

Hong Yuqing pulled her throat, shouted loudly, covered a scar on her heart, and staggered against the broken wall on the side.

Lowering his head to stare at the wound, the weapon that was revealed was a conjured up of emotion, the entity ethereal and exuding a mournful aura, the structure it had originally condensed.

"So my blood looks like this, I've never seen it before."

After all, it is the illusion of emotions, and the ethereal monster still has a kind of if-and-nothing but never thought about it, and holding it for a while is enough to make itself disappear in this world.

Touching the mark listed on his heart with his hand, he opened it slightly, but he didn't see anything, only knocked on the ethereal smoke shrouded in his body, and couldn't help but show a mocking smile.

He didn't even know who attacked him or how he was injured, and by the time he reacted, there was already such a wound in his heart.

But where was he at this time, and how could there be any other monsters in this wilderness? How can there be any rescue?

The only thing he could think of was that he had left a mark on his old friend along the way, and he might be able to follow this trace.

But...

Looking at his wound with a wry smile, he no longer had the strength to support himself and tremble, so he could only slide slowly down the wall, almost soaking the whole person in the rain.

Even he didn't know what to do with the scars.

He had never been injured, and he didn't know how to heal, watching the constant flow of emotions drifting out.

Seeing that he seemed to have a body that had fallen apart, watching himself slide into the water step by step, he no longer had any strength, and he couldn't help but have a bitter taste in his heart.

I never thought that he would die in this unknown place, I originally thought that he would disappear in that bloody storm, and I never thought that he and his old friend would partner all the way, really escape, live safely, and come to this era of stability.

I wish to think of myself, to be able to be in that company, quietly waiting for the moment when life will die naturally, and I never thought that I was willing to repay the kindness, so I explained it here in such an unexplained way.

"It's a legend, right?"

He mocked himself with a wry smile, but he didn't say anything to complain, for his old friend, his former benefactor, it was really not a pity to pay for his life in order to treat his peaceful girl.

As a little monster conjured up by emotions, he has lived long enough, and even compared to other similar creatures, it can already be regarded as a top-level existence.

There's nothing to complain about, it's just a pity, and in the end, there's no way to know what the girl is, if she also knows in her heart that Leng Qiuhan, the man in black, and even her own boss have a lot of legends, and the general bosses are helping that girl.

With the help of these people, at least they are stronger than their own strength, and many of their own opportunities in this will not play any role at all, but they can't help but have a long regret in their hearts when they don't see the girl return to peace when they are alive.

"Hey, forget it."

The consciousness in my brain has gradually drifted outward, and I don't have so much strength to continue to support people, and I have my own way into the cold rain.

Caught between that and the ground, looking at the friendship of the water droplets sliding up on the horizontal plane little by little, looking at the layers of circles, I can't help but start hallucinating.

It seems that he has gone through the picture of his life in front of him, but there is no way to figure out who wants to make his own move, but at this time, he no longer has much strength to think about it.

Hu Zhongjun... His only friend didn't know if he had followed this path, had he noticed where he had gone in the past three years?

It was not clear whether the clues he left behind had been done, and it took a lot of hard work to find such a one, and he realized what had happened, but he had not yet had time to explain all the ins and outs, and had not left any real records, so it disappeared, could there be any mistakes here.

Will there be any problems with Miss Zhong's third year?

It's a little unwilling to think about it, but there really isn't any time waiting for him.

In the midst of the rain, red smoke acted outward, as if it was dripping with blood-red paint, without any substance, but it spat outward in an instant.

The rain was dripping and dripping, and no one noticed that in that dark corner, on the edge of the ruined and abandoned city, there was a unique youkai with an emotional culture that disappeared, and no figure remained.

No one would even have any attention at that moment, and no one's eyes would witness the disappearance of the shadow, and it would dissipate silently.

"Ache."

Jin Xirang couldn't help but shiver and spread his wings hard.

The little monster around him didn't have the strength to say a word with a shivering face, but he looked a little confused, and looked outside, crackling with rain.

Strange to say, he didn't feel any cold, but for a moment, there was a sour feeling from the bottom of his heart, as if something had left in his life, this feeling was very subtle, he hadn't felt like this for many years.

"Forget it, delusion, right?"

What could happen like this, it was also a rainy day, which made him a little cranky.

Thinking of this, he exuded heat even more forcefully into the surroundings.