The Mirror Moth quickly caught up with the Peerless Luojia, and he wanted to stop the person he was thinking about, but the outstretched hand stopped in mid-air and did not make any sound.

Silently flapping its wings and continuing to follow behind Luo Jia, the mirror moth chose the appropriate wording, hesitating to open his mouth in Luo Jia's anger.

Unexpectedly, Wushuang Luo Jia stopped first, he had already felt the breath behind him, so warm, and it was also the destination he longed for.

"Moth, why are you chasing after you?" asked Wushuang Luojia, he knew the answer, but he couldn't help but ask. For many years, Luo Jia and Moth have been on opposite sides of the world, and even if they are in the same royal capital, there are not many opportunities to meet, because their fate has never been controlled by themselves. This is the sorrow of being a winged spirit.

"Wang, I'm ......," the mirror moth stopped talking.

"When there is no one else, you don't have to call me king, just call me Roga. ”

"No, king, how can I accept such special treatment?" the mirror moth fell to the ground, folded his wings, and knelt down on one knee to give Luo Jia a royal salute inside the wing spirit.

Luo Jia turned his head, there was a faint sadness in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Moth, do you know why I didn't mention that incident in the desert today?

"I ......"

"Forget it, he is your master, and I have no right to cross him and order you, I know you don't want to. There was no need for the mirror moth to answer, Wushuang Luo Jia smiled self-deprecatingly and said.

"Moth, there will always be a gap between you and me that cannot be crossed, you understand, right? Prince Yu intends to make the Black Feather Clan the head of the eight hereditary honorable nobles, you will not know, nor can you disobey the master, I will not force you. ”

"But I'm going to protect that kid, I'm going to protect the people around him, and one day those people will be the source of change, and we'll all die for our masters, so don't cling to nothingness, moth. ”

There was a sadness in Luo Jia's words that could not be concealed, he knew that his mission might never turn back, and it was more likely that he would have to watch his life's faith perish, just like the mirror moth could not disobey the orders of his master, and he could not disobey the will of the Cloud Dragon King.

Hearing the words of the peerless Luojia, the mirror moth raised his head instantly, and there was no despair or giving up in his eyes when he looked at the Winged Spirit King, but a different kind of firmness.

"Wang, no matter how many years you have to wait, the moth will wait, even if there are no children and no daughters in this life, the moth will not do what he thinks, king, no one can control the future, but our master also has his own fate that he cannot get rid of, I always firmly believe that one day, even if it is death, I will definitely be with you. ”

The determination of the mirror moth is undoubtedly the shackles that the current unparalleled Luo Jia said that he could not face, he didn't look away, he didn't want to listen to it anymore, a sentence of "there will be no time later" expressed the mind of the Wing Spirit King at this moment, his wings and flying figure disappeared far into the sky, leaving only the mirror moth to look at his loved one from afar.