Chapter 618: Like Your Eighth World 42
It's just that whether it is intentional or accidental, it has caused harm to his host, and he can't forgive this!
The host should be very uncomfortable now, but he is not conscious and cannot communicate with him, and he cannot be saved.
Now I can only watch the young man!
[System prompt: Yu Wei's blackening value is -20, currently 35]
The system said: This Yu Wei can't be around here! Otherwise, how could the blackening value drop so much in an instant.
Yu Wei is indeed like a systematic guess, but at this moment, he is lying on the side behind the tall eaves, and below him is the scene of Xuan Ming fighting against the elders of the sect and more than a dozen disciples of the sect, and no one will pay attention to it.
He looked at the girl in Xuan Ming's arms who was about to be transparent, his heart was filled with suffocating pain, the girl's usually lively face was closed at the moment, her lips and complexion were pale and transparent, like a cloud of air, and the limbs of her body seemed to disappear.
Her head rested on Xuan Ming's shoulder, and Xuan Ming hugged her waist with one hand, petite.
He suddenly couldn't help thinking about how she dared to rush in from outside the light array to protect him with such a thin body that day.
Didn't she know that she wouldn't be able to withstand such a high level of damage?
Once again, he couldn't help but ask, was it really worth it to do all this to protect him?
The young man couldn't help but cover his heart, his eyes were sparkling and dripping, and he unconsciously touched the corners of his eyes.
I found that the tears were rolling down uncontrollably, and the little tears appeared in the air like a crystal droplet, shining brightly under the night.
He thought that ghosts could cry too.
It turns out that when despair and sadness reach the extreme, tears will flow involuntarily!
It's like the light array wanted to let her go, but her stubbornness cried to him.
He really never cried in his life.
Crying represents a kind of cowardice, and even though he has experienced countless ups and downs and misfortunes in the past, he has not shed a single tear.
That's a representation of the weak, and he doesn't want to be a weak person who can be bullied by anyone.
A man can't cry, but a man can cry, he can't bear that there is a person in this world who has left this world forever because he saved him, and that person is still the person he cares about so much.
He prefers to accept all the malice and cruelty that the world has towards him so that he does not naively continue to deceive himself.
To deceive yourself is to be loved, cherished, liked, and worth paying....
In this way, he can love himself well, instead of being hurt all over his body and suffering the hurt of self-blame!
In this way, he does not have to pay attention to all the thoughts of outsiders, although he is lonely, but at least he is safe.
However, when such a person appeared in his world, he admitted that he was addicted, and she was like a star in the night, although it bloomed faintly, but still illuminated his whole world.
As long as she is by his side, his world will be complete, and he doesn't need anything else, as long as she is alone.
His mind was full of her cheerful tone, and the look of serious comfort to him, he had constantly told himself that he would never change for anyone, and he would never trust anyone again, but now he seemed to be unable to control his heart, and the light finally shone into his heart, making him unwilling to stay in that dark and cold dark world without a trace of light.
He liked the scenery in her eyes, and he liked her care and liking him even more.