"Shizi, I think that this matter of Mr. must be reported to the queen, and I apologize to you for this trip." Mancang pleaded to walk alone.

He didn't have wings, so he couldn't get to Sky City.

"What's my business?" Bu Gu didn't care and put it aside: "This is a little monster raised by Mingyou himself, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

This sentence, Bu Gu really just said it casually.

What he didn't expect was that all of this was right by him.

The little monster in his mouth was raised by Ming You from the beginning!

"Shizi." Man Cang pleaded with him very sincerely: "I don't agree with your words, the little lady is a human being, she is not a monster, something must have gone wrong just now, Man Cang implores you to inform the queen, now, only the queen can save Mr. and the little lady." ”

"It's useless to beg me, I said it, this is Mingyou's own business, and it has nothing to do with me." Bu Gu coldly refused.

Since they were all sealed, it was just right for him to make Mingyou disappear.

As for the little one...... Oh no, little monster...... It's a pity......

Bu Gu turned around and left awe-inspiringly.

Leaving Mancang alone in place, guarding the huge manor surrounded by roots......

……

……

Mu Kuyan fell into a deep dream.

That dream was her last life.

But it doesn't seem to be ......

She always heard the familiar voice over and over again, clear and beautiful, but she couldn't see his person, even if she couldn't even see the shadow.

It's not—

His voice came again.

I want you to live, because you deserve a life. 】

The voice sounded very clear, with a kind of sustenance and longing for her future.

It's just a short time later—

His lost voice came:

[Yesterday was fine, why did you wither again today......]

[Don't wither anymore......]

She fell weakly, and after a while, she felt that a warm big hand fell on her gently, as if she was distressed and reluctant.

She was groggy and confused.

I always feel like I'm going to run out of life.

Not even oxygen.

Faintly, she could still hear thunder and heavy rain.

[The weather will be good tomorrow, I won't go anywhere, I will take good care of you, peace of mind. 】

The next day, the sky was clear and the weather really got better.

The voice in my ears also became clearer.

He was always talking next to her.

I will always accompany her.

Prepare early until the weather is bad, he will prepare in advance, put her in the greenhouse, so that she can be raised, and will never wither again because of thunder and rain......

Gradually, she got used to him talking to her, and she began to thrive more and more.

She thought that she might clumsily like him, from the moment to the immortal, from the leaf to the autumn, and then ride a white horse, and make the world home with him.

But.

Habit is a terrible thing.

She was used to him around, and if she couldn't hear him, she would get restless.

That time, she didn't hear his voice again for more than ten days, and she couldn't sense his presence.

Despair turns to apoptosis and withering.

Little by little, life began to disappear again......

Until, when she was about to wither, she heard his voice again.

is still so clear and good-sounding, it is her long-term dependence.

She heard his low voice coming: [withered again......]

[I'm not here, but I'll grow well. 】