Gawain felt the woman's soft and slightly cool fingertips gently brushing, and he was in a trance for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and replied, "Yes, at that time...... It hurts. ”

"Can this contract be dissolved?" Leng Xin withdrew his hand.

"You don't want Gawain to be by your side?" Gawain didn't put his hand down, but knelt down on one knee and looked at Leng Xin who was sitting, "Lord Leng Xin, once our demon clan makes a contract with a master and servant, we will definitely live and die together." To break the contract, unless...... One side dies. ”

"I didn't mean that!" Leng Xin was shocked, "I, I just think that you must be very lonely and lonely if you keep guarding me like this......"

The further she spoke, the quieter her voice became, and she was less justified when she asked, "Can I break the contract?", but the emotion in her words was real. made Gao Wen really feel that Leng Xin was feeling sorry for him.

It turned out that she was the same color as the long skirt on her body.

Gao Wen couldn't help but slow down his tone, and said softly: "Lord Lengxin, you don't have to blame yourself. He looked at Leng Xin and smiled.

Leng Xin looked at his smiling face, and the uncomfortable feeling in his heart slowly disappeared. It turns out that there really is such a person in the world, as long as a shallow smile can make others get rid of all unhappiness.

"Speaking of which, the previous city lord originally wanted to use me to stimulate you to wake up, but you were always asleep, and he couldn't wake you up, so he changed his mind and made a contract between us to let me protect you. "Gawain almost never thinks about that incident fifteen years ago, but Leng Xin thinks about him like this, which makes him feel guilty, and he shouldn't live the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

To the west of the imperial city, there is a large manor house shaped like a gossip, and in the center of it is a crimson palace. Compared to the shrine, its regulations are not too small, and the special thing is that this palace has three and a half floors, and the whole is in the shape of a flame.

The half floor of the spire is the residence of the resident priest of the country of Eastern Flames, Xie You. Although he was sent to serve the royal family, because the royal family was the only one left, the "sleeping beauty", he didn't have to go to the court every day. So life is quite comfortable, and there is no difference between it and being in your own country.

Xie You's red hair was neatly combed, wrapped in a purple ribbon at the back of his head, and tied into a long ponytail. Even though he is a man, such a hairstyle suits him perfectly. His original face looked too delicate, and when he tied his hair up like this, he looked a little smart. He wore a ruby screw earring on his right ear, a pink peony that had just been picked from the garden, and a gray three-tailed fox napping in his arms. It really looks a bit like a talented noble son, but as soon as this noble son speaks, all the beautiful images are destroyed, "Who picked the flowers for the master today? I don't know if the master likes the red begonias? Why did you send pink peonies?

The old butler of the White Tiger Palace, who was hiding by the corridor and trying to reduce his sense of zài, bent down and persuaded: "Master, you can't fight anymore." Among the people who were selected to serve in the temple this year, none of them dared to report to our White Tiger Palace. ”

Xie You jumped up from the recliner violently, "What?!How dare you be so critical of your master!Oh my God, these people!Go write to your aunt and ask her to send me someone from the Land of Flames!"