Chapter 161: When the Male Protagonist of the Paper Man Arrives (57)
"No," Flora grimaced, "you don't understand anything. β
Mousse smiled: "I think you should be clear yourself, you don't need me to say too much." β
"You don't have a bad heart, and I think you're a worthy friend, if only you weren't so fake."
Flora tugged at her lips and teased, "You're always so self-righteous. β
"You...... That's not how you started with your attitude. Mousse sighed helplessly.
"My lord, my attitude is based on you and me, but no matter how much I love you, you are really merciless to me." Flora smiled lowly, with a slight bitterness in her smile.
"But after all these years, even if you don't remember anything, this attitude is still the same as before."
"Even this was said to me." Flora muttered under her breath, as if caught in a memory.
ββ¦β¦ I'm sorry, Flora. Mousse smiled apologetically and said seriously, "I really don't remember, but I really want to leave this place, is that okay?" β
Flora got up and looked at the scenery outside, and pursed her lips: "No, without this, I can't promise you now." "Even though I know your attitude and know that you won't be like Apollo, I still want to keep you.
That's probably ...... My last obsession.
"And what if I have to leave?" Mousse frowned. She has a way to leave, but Mousse doesn't like to use these powers, because she just wants to be an ordinary person...... Then as an ordinary person, naturally he will not have these strange abilities.
"I'll stop it, of course." Flora said lightly.
Mousse pursed his lips, he didn't want to stay here, so he had to use the second method.
She found a rule, as long as the male protagonist of each world comes, his ability to belong to that world will return to this body.
Mousse originally thought that he would not use these things, because once he used them, he felt that there was no turning back.
Mousse let out a long sigh in his heart:
My dear old life.
She moved her fingers slightly, her mouth not making a sound, but she spat out a few words......
Immediately after that, a golden formation appeared in front of her, and Flora stared at Mousse with a stunned expression: "I remember that those divine powers in your body have disappeared." β
Mousse smiled, "Some things are not what the eyes see, Flora. β
As she said Mousse, she drew a circle in mid-air, and she bit her finger, and the blood formed a complex pattern in the void, and the blood flowed with the pattern until it was in the centerβ
Flora scolded in a low voice: "Mousse, don't you want to die?!" β
"No, I'm sorry for my life." As the formation ended, Mousse's figure became fainter and fainter in the room.
Finally, Mousse smiled at Flora and said goodbye softly, "Goodbye, Flora, good luck." β
Flora's face was terrified, and she tried to grab Mousse's arm but grabbed the void.
He regretted it.
He really regretted it.
Why should I be angry?
I knew it, I knew that the other party had come back with great difficulty, but I was forced to this point again!
She's right......
He is indeed a selfish person.
Selfish, selfish once again forced away Mousse......
Flora slowly crouched down, holding her head weakly in the palm of her hand, her expression pained. At this time, he took off the burden of being a god, and he was as sad as an ordinary human being.
God loves the world, and God has a preference.
But the gods are also sad.
I've heard this sentence before:
"There is a tenth and eight points of gentleness in the world, and God loves man."
"What about her?"
"She is a lake, and she is gentle herself."