It can't help but imagine the clouds on the horizon, the towering peaks, the breeze, and the sweet stream that bubbles down from the top of the mountain.

Al couldn't help but start sketching the rest of the angel in his mind, but apart from the deep impression of the face that was more beautiful than the angel, the rest was a blur, so he did his best to give her the most perfect body he could imagine, and was so busy that he lost his mind for a while, and forgot to respond to the other party.

Fortunately, he could not see his fingers now, otherwise the expression on the serf's face might have caused him unexpected trouble.

After Nissa finished speaking, she didn't wait for the other party's response at all, and hurriedly walked to the side with Serapel on her back, thinking about helping her companion solve her physical and psychological problems first, but the man couldn't answer himself when he was dumb after talking for most of the day. But she took two steps, and was not relieved by the man who looked to be a nervous disorder, she walked back again, pressed Al to the ground, and once again stressed that the other party could not walk around, before walking away with her companion on her back.

Watching the two of them quickly disappear into the darkness, Al felt a little relaxed, but also mostly apprehensive, and a small part worried.

The person who had just done something bad was given the opportunity to be alone, of course, relaxed, and the worry came from the darkness, and when the figure with his companion on his back disappeared into the darkness, he worried that he would never be able to wait for them.

And worry is connected with apprehension, the reason for his anxiety is constantly increasing his worry, only after a while, the sweetness he tasted before is doubled into another negative emotion, so he falls into deep self-blame.

Self-blame made him give up the plan to go over and eavesdrop, just sit here in a daze, waiting for the infinite judgment of variables, he will not confess, but he is not willing to escape.

Then, he heard a small cry not far from him, although the sound was not loud, but it was very sad, and the self-blame in his heart deepened, and he raised his hand and slapped himself, saying in his heart that he was really a beast, how could he take advantage of people's danger?

But this slap brushed the residual fragrance on his hand to his face, and made his heart flutter for a while.

The woman over there cried for a while, her voice getting quieter, and then there was a barely audible voice, and Al guessed that the angel must be comforting her, but just as he thought so......

Syllable!

The voice was crisp, El's eyes widened, and his heart said no, right?!Who else is more familiar with this slapping sound than a serf?

Syllable!

With another sound, the corners of his mouth twitched, and self-blame turned into unease.

......

After a while, he heard the sound of the two people coming over, and his heart was happy and afraid, happy that they did not leave him, afraid that the other party would come back to take revenge, if it was the latter, then he could not sit still, just as he was thinking about which direction to escape, two tall figures had appeared in front of him from the darkness.

"Let's take a break here. Nissa said, pulling her companion to sit next to Al as she spoke, apparently not to the filthy serf, in fact she still regarded Al as a mentally unsane person.

After the other sat down, he noticed that the other woman still had one hand on her face, as if she was rubbing her face. Thinking of a few loud ear scrapers just now, the serfs who were thieves were relatives.

"Nisa, is this the one who saved us?" asked the woman rubbing her face, but her mood was still very low, and her voice was soft, but it still lingered with sadness.

Al's heart was so happy, this sentence had already told him clearly [the mess you did is over], hmm...... At least temporarily...... At the same time, he also learned the names of the angels.

"yes, he's tired," Nissa said, pulling something out of her body and handing it to Al, whispering softly, "Boy, you're hungry, aren't you?" ”

Serapel, who was still precipitated in sadness, was immediately stunned at this time, she had never seen such a gentle Nissa.

Al also didn't know what to do, and he quickly lowered his eyes to buy himself a little time to think, even if the gold diggers couldn't see his face clearly now. He didn't know what Nissa's attitude was towards people, but judging by her fierce fighting stance, judging by the slapping and slapping of her people, Al wondered if he was now enjoying a pleasure that was unique in the world......

The question now is not whether it is worth pretending to be a psychopath in order to enjoy this honor, but what will be the consequences if she finds out that she is pretending......?

Al bowed his head and shook his head, and did not take the things handed by Nissa in time, but it was unexpectedly not to anger Nissa, who was extremely upset at this time.

There was a long road ahead, and there were pursuers behind her, and Nissa finally tried her best to comfort and persuade Cela Pel [to live is hopeful], and her original mood was extremely bad under the emaciation, but Al's movements seemed to be cringe, and her heart seemed to soften, and instead of opening her mouth to scold with her temper, she fed the thing to Al's mouth with her own hands.

Once again, she knocked off Serapel's jaw.

"Eat it, there's still it here, Sela Pere, is the hydration bag with you?"

"Oh, yes, here I ......."

......

As Nissa fed the food into his mouth, Al seemed to have tinnitus for a moment, and the sound of tinnitus coming from his heart seemed to be a loud sound of something suddenly shattering.

In a trance, he began to chew on the contents of his mouth, it was dry, and after the saliva soaked it, the thick aroma of flesh instantly exploded in his mouth. I don't know if it was because of the desire to eat meat, or because of something else, he felt a little confused, he retracted his chaotic consciousness into his body, and let himself turn into a starving ghost, gobbling it up, destroying the jerky that Nissa had fed him piece by piece, accompanied by a reminder, "Slow down, drink saliva." ”

"You don't know what you've just done to a heart that's been tortured, oppressed, and cold-eyed. He whispered in his heart.

"Nisa, is he a little ......" Cela Pel asked hesitantly, one was extremely abnormal, the other looked like a psychopath, these two large pieces of information condensed her sadness into the depths of her heart for a while, although it has not yet disappeared, but it will not come out for the time being.