Mo Ya asked puzzled, she didn't understand why the little girl ran down at night.

"Sister Lumina told me that she would fight with Senior Brother Yamu for a long time tonight, and she was afraid of disturbing me, so she asked me to come down to sleep."

Ovilia said timidly, burying her head in the pillow a little, just like the enthusiastic appearance of the day.

“……”

Hearing Ovilia's explanation, Moya's facial muscles couldn't help but twitch twice, and her expression became a little stiff.

I'm really grateful to those two guys for knowing to consider Ovilia's physical and mental health, hehe!

Forget it, at least this time it was Yamu who went to Lumina's room, and if Lumina came to Yamu, I am afraid that the one who would be tortured would have to be him, the one who lived next door to Yamu.

After all, he didn't have the face to sneak up on it and sleep for such a thing.

"I see, come with me, I'll take you to an empty room."

Moya sighed, touched Ovilia's little head, and was about to lead the other party to find a vacant room, but suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled by someone.

"Senior sister, is there anything else?"

Mo Ya was stunned for a moment, looked at Ovilia, and asked with some confusion.

"I... I didn't dare to sleep alone, I used to sleep with Sister Lumina. ”

The little girl whispered, burying half of her face in the pillow, her voice as thin as a mosquito's groan.

“……”

Moya looked at the timid Ovilia and the big watery eyes that kept aiming at him, and was silent for a while, and finally, he sighed a little helplessly.

"I see, come in."

As he spoke, Mo Ya retracted her steps and led the little girl to the house, and when the little girl saw this, her face suddenly showed a look of joy.

"Be careful, the ground is slippery, don't fall."

Moya looked at Ovilia who was looking around, and admonished.

"Hmm."

Hearing Mo Ya's reminder, the little girl immediately came down honestly, did not look around, but hugged the pillow tightly and obediently followed behind Mo Ya, with a nervous expression as if she was afraid that Mo Ya would drive her out.

"Don't be so nervous, just say whatever you want to say."

Moya made the bed as she looked back at Ovilia who was standing in place, smiled, and said softly.

Hearing this, Ovilia's nervous expression gradually eased, and then looked around, but in the end she didn't say anything.

"Alright, Ovilia, do you sleep by the window or inside?"

After taking out a new set of bedding from the closet and making the bed, Mo Yawen asked.

The little girl didn't speak, just timidly pointed to the edge of the bed, then tiptoed to hold the pillow, dragged the quilt on her body, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well, since you've decided, let's rest early."

Moya looked at Ovilea, touched the other's head, turned off the light, and lay down on the other side.

There was silence in the room.

Moya looked out the window, staring calmly at the night sky, not knowing what to think.

The starlight was reflected in his pupils, giving his eyes a little more depth.

"Senior brother... Don't you sleep? ”

After a while, a small voice suddenly entered Moya's ears.

Moya turned her head and found that Ovilia was lying on her side, holding the pillow in her hands, and was quietly looking at him with her eyes exposed.

"I'm thinking about something in the future."

Mo Ya replied with a smile, looking at the little girl's thoughtful appearance, and asked:

"What's wrong? Can't sleep? ”

"Hmm."

A subtle response came from behind the pillow, and the little girl nodded slightly, then shrank her head, and almost hid the whole person behind the pillow.

"Something?"

“… Well. ”

This time, the little girl hesitated for a while before squeaking.

Moya looked at Ovilia, looked at the bright but somewhat dazed eyes, looked at it quietly for a while, and then asked softly:

"If you don't mind, can you talk to me?"

This time, Ovilia seemed to be silent, just buried her face in the pillow, and didn't speak for a long time.

Mo Ya didn't ask again, just waited patiently.

"Senior Brother ......"

After a long time, the sound of mosquitoes sounding again, and I saw Ovilia looking down at the pillow, a look of loneliness appeared on her face.

"Why don't people hate me?"

The voice of this sentence was a little softer than before, and if it wasn't for Moya's full attention, I am afraid that he would not be able to hear it clearly.

Fortunately, relying on the Golden Knight's sharper hearing than ordinary people, Mo Ya still heard what the little girl was saying.

But this also made Mo Ya slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Ovilia to say this.

And the little girl didn't seem to pay attention to Mo Ya's reaction, just stared at the pillow, and continued:

"I'm very naughty, and I often play pranks, I'm not obedient, I'm not serious when I cultivate, I often lose my temper, and I don't study seriously, I know that you're not my opponent, and I've been bullying you."

"I also often disturbed Teacher Fren's cultivation, and I even secretly sued Senior Brother Yamu and dumped the food that Sister Lumina cooked for me!"

Ovilia said, her tone gradually tinged with a hint of crying.

"I'm a bad boy through and through, but why don't people hate me all the time! Why Sister Lumina has always been so nice to me! Why does Brother Yamu keep making me happy! Why does Mr. Fren refuse to scold me all the time! Why are you never angry with me, junior brother! ”

Gradually, Ovillia's voice became louder and louder, and tears began to roll in her eyes, and she shouted at Moya with red and swollen eyes:

"Why won't you drive me away? I'm such a bad kid! Why do you keep being so nice to me! ”

"I've killed so many people! So many people died because of me! Why don't you just throw away Ovilia? ”

Ovilia's voice whimpered, and tears poured out like a burst of water, falling on the pillow in strings.

"Why don't people just refuse to throw away Ovilia, obviously... Obviously, as long as Ovilia is left alone, everyone can live well. ”

Mo Ya looked at Ovilea who was crying silently, her eyes reflected the back of the other party, and the thoughts in her mind seemed to have broken through some kind of shackles at this moment, and she suddenly realized something.

They told me that the boy was sensible and would not be long before he realized what kind of place he was in. ’

They gave her the best of themselves and tried to make her grow up happy and carefree, even if it was just a clean set of clothes and a clean meal every day. ’

To them, Ovilia was like their faith. ’

The words that Fren had said began to echo wildly in Moya's mind, Moya's breathing gradually froze, and bits and pieces of spending time with Ovilia began to come back to his mind.

So that's it......

I have been ignoring such an important thing!

Oh, I was sorry that I still boasted about Haikou at the beginning, and I swore that I would let Fren see a satisfactory result.

I was arrogant enough to think that I had easily understood Ovilia's thoughts, and arrogantly felt that everything I had done in the past six months was for Ovilia's good!

Opinionated!!

- Moya, your second lesson was not completed at all!

Syllable!

The crisp slap sounded suddenly, and even the sobbing Ovilia was stunned for a moment, and she looked up, only to see that Moya was mercilessly slapping herself again.

Syllable!

A second crisp sound sounded.

Ovilia stared blankly at the scene in front of her, forgetting to even cry.

"Senior brother, you ......"

"It's nothing, it's just to sober yourself up."

Mo Ya said with a smile, looked at the little girl in front of him, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were extremely clear.

I saw him stretch out his hand, gently wipe the tears on Ovillia's face, stroke the little girl's blue hair, and ask softly:

"Ovilia, I want to know one thing, you actually remember it all the time, right?"

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(Burn it immediately after reading, and delete it when the author's spirit returns to normal)

Tips: The following is the writer's complaint, but because more than 500 words can't be placed in the small column at the end of the chapter, it is placed behind the text (fortunately, it is not on the shelves yet, and the word count is free)

Warn!! : May contain some uncomfortable content, please watch with caution!

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This chapter was released in the morning because it was necessary to gather some suggestions as early as possible, and by the way, the next chapter should be late.

Last night, I thought I would have to write at least two chapters, but after a few strokes, I finally finished writing this chapter, which was already a little more.

To be honest, I don't like writing this kind of content, but I want to write a plot that feels like that.

Because it's only when I write this step that I can really bring these characters to life in my heart, but that's why I don't want to write because it means I have to put my heart and soul into my emotions, but then I feel bad and want to cry.

has been shaping Ovilia's stubbornness consciously or unconsciously from the front, all for the sake of this moment of outpouring.

The image of Ovilia is undoubtedly that of a real child, and because of this, she has the nature of all children, and then, on top of that, adds an additional key point: sensible.

Yes, among the four Moya, Ovilia is actually the most sensible one, and even has always been, but it is precisely because she is too sensible, but she is too young, that she is crushed by the guilt in her heart.

This is also the reason why I was a little confused when someone asked me if the little girl would be the heroine in the early stage, after all, I actually just wanted to write a child, and I really didn't think about it so much.

In fact, for me personally, these two chapters are the real climax of the early stage (oh, the next chapter hasn't been written yet, that's fine).

What an external enemy, what a breakthrough, although I know that these plots can bring a sense of visual impact, but, ah, I don't know why, I always feel that something is missing like this.

emmm, maybe I've experienced too much of this visual impact, or maybe I've always had a little willfulness left in my heart.

Rather than the visual impact, I really want to pursue the mental impact.

Of course, it's easy to write down, so I'm prepared.

Write who will send who will be sent on the road later, it's as simple as that, anyway, no one will like the character who collapsed, so just end it early (ಡωಡ) hiahiahia

Therefore, do your best to strike out the impulses or suggestions in your mind, and do everything in your power to correct the hidden dangers that this author may or has committed, otherwise the author will be inappropriate (ಡωಡ) hiahia in order to prolong the life of this book

Don't worry, I can promise not to stab people, after all, the characters who have collapsed are no longer human\^O^/

Don't underestimate the extent of the madness of this crumb author (ಡωಡ) hiahiahia

Oh, what did I say earlier? Does this way of making characters come alive in my heart makes me feel bad?

But I also said that I want to pursue mental impact more, what else can I personally send my favorite character on the road to have a more impact (●—●)?

So, bless me if I don't write about the collapse, or even if the collapse is the kind that has been changed (ಡωಡ) hiahiahia

Of course, there is another point, this author is able to rely on debts and quibble.