What's this for?!

This is not to "make a clear will with death", this is to force me to comply!

Can't you have something to say?!

What a price I have to pay to save one life, and in the blink of an eye, another life will be born and died to show me!

I have not had much contact with human beings, and since I was a child I have been surrounded by vampires of hundreds or thousands of years old, all of whom are beautiful flowers, and who live very energetically;

Please, can you mature a little bit?

Treat your life well, grit your teeth and live, the world is changing, treacherous (ha, I even know this word, thank you brother!), human beings will always turn over one day, if they die, then there is nothing, just because I am an irrelevant person's "position" to die, it's really not worth it! Mean you?

I sighed and looked at the figure of the patriarch, it was his business to die with his heart, but I couldn't help but save him.

"Spirit wings—" I had just called out, only to hear a clear whistle, and forgot to raise my head and summon the red dragon to come to the rescue. At the same time, Forget and Kazama ran to the shore.

The red dragon in mid-air was ordered, his body soared, and the dragon's tail swept over, encircling the patriarch who had fallen to the surface of the river.

My heart was relieved, but then it was tightened again. I saw that the patriarch not only did not take advantage of the situation to cling to the dragon's tail, but leaned over and slashed out a palm—I know his palm was powerful—so hard that the red dragon's tail was lifted, and the patriarch slipped down from the red dragon's tail and fell into the river.

Patriarch, you are not dying!

As soon as the red dragon sank, he was about to enter the water, and he didn't say a word to the wind, and jumped into the water.

Hehe, if the patriarch is bent on seeking death, how can it be so easy for you to rescue him!

"Spirit Wing, listen to my orders, and bring the human patriarch who entered the water to me!" I commanded loudly, and at the same time, I was as fast as lightning, tiptoe water, and one in each hand, I lifted the water from the water that had just entered the water.

Oh my boy, I can't believe I've gotten this good!

I like the feeling of being in my hands and in my heart, although in the deepest part of my heart, I always feel that something is wrong.

Forgetting to say the words on the left, Kazama on the right, two wet people, caught in my hands, staring at me sideways.

Forgetting to say is shocked and loving (is love? what is love? am I slapping myself in the face?), Kazama is shocked and scared, two people one is honey-colored, the other is snow-white, the same look is embarrassed, the eyes are shining, and they are surprisingly cute—they are a pair of beautiful people, and I feel a little bitter in my heart for some reason.

I couldn't believe that I was so powerful, and I threw them on the grass.

I looked at the wide river, and saw a purple light enveloping the struggling patriarch, and suddenly brought the patriarch to me.

Seeing that the patriarch was unharmed, the red dragon had also come out of the water, floating in the air, waiting to be dispatched.

The purple light dissipated, and the soaking patriarch sat on the ground with a dead face.

Forget words and Kazama quickly got up to meet them. Forget to crouch down, take the patriarch's hand, look calm, and whisper something, Kazama covered his mouth and sobbed silently.

I stepped aside, standing not too close or far away, not very eager to hear what they were saying, but the wind was blowing, and the words that I had forgotten to my ears were brought to my ears, and I vaguely heard him mention my name, as if he was still promising something, and occasionally forgot to look back and look at me. His bright and upright eyes fixed on my face, and I was stunned for a moment, and I was in a trance for a moment, suddenly I didn't know where I was, and only those focused eyes were left between heaven and earth. The river breeze was wrapped in a faint fishy smell, and there was a wisp of fragrant smell, probing the tip of my nose, gradually drifting away, for a while, I was crazy.

"Whew-" Suddenly a low howl was heard, and the patriarch pushed away the forgetful words and Kazama in front of him and stood up.

He arched over, staggered, and something fell out of his arms.

It's a booklet.

I looked at it, and it was the album that the patriarch had taken from me, the album that I had taken from the boundless Rose Study, which was full of a woman's back!

Speaking of which, since I woke up, I have never had a chance to seriously lie down in a bed and sleep well, let alone have a dream to let the back of that woman return to my dream.

According to the elf, this painting is all made by Wu Yan, and the patriarch has taken the album for himself without asking about it, and it seems that this woman has a relationship with them, and I would like to know who this woman is, so as to solve my doubts.

Kazama was well-behaved, and quickly bent down to pick up the album and handed it to the patriarch.

The patriarch didn't reach out to take it, but just looked at the booklet in front of him, his eyes glazed.

The album was hidden in the patriarch's arms, not completely wet by the river, and a gust of wind swept by, turning the pages open.

The patriarch stared at the album opened in front of him, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he snatched the album, only to hear a "bang", he tore off several pages of the album!

I felt inexplicably unhappy, as if I had been stabbed by something, and I was about to snatch the album from the patriarch's hand.

Forgetting to say that he was close to the patriarch, his movements were also agile, he reached out and took the album into his hand, and dissuaded: "Patriarch, no!"

The patriarch didn't really care, but he held up the painting page that he had ripped off in his hand, his teeth clenched, and his face turned pale.

I knew he was going to do something.

What is he going to do?

The patriarch shook his head and turned his face to me. His tousled gray hair was scattered and obscured his face, but I could still feel the two eyes hidden behind his hair staring at me with a cold light.

Like a beast hiding behind the grass, ready to pounce and take my life.

I saved your life, and I rescued an enemy?

But little by little, the cold light dimmed.

The patriarch's eyes did not leave my face, as if he had to do it to me, only to see him stretch out his other hand, and with both hands together, he tore the page in his hand to pieces.

He grabbed the crumbs and threw them at me, and the crumbs fell in front of me like snowflakes.

I felt an inexplicable ache in my heart, and my hands seemed to disobey the call, and I stretched out my arms to collect the crumbs into my arms.

(How could it be so weird? Why would I do it?? I don't know why I'd do it.) ）

"Give it back to me—you give it back to me—" the patriarch howled, like a wild wolf looking for companions in the wilderness, his gray hair brushing from his face, revealing eyes that were sparkling and fierce.

He's absolutely insane.

He had snatched the album from me, and before I could even reason with him, he tore off the pages, tore them to pieces, threw them in my face, and asked him to return them to him for a moment—he didn't die, but he soaked in the river for a moment, and his temperament changed dramatically.

I'm too lazy to deal with him anymore, with the endless agreement, and the elder brother who walked into the mouth of the dark elves in the ancient kingdom of elves, there are too many things waiting for me to solve. I am at ease, and now I must rush to my brother at once.

I walked up to Wuyan and ignored the patriarch - with Wuyan and Kazama by his side, for the time being he would not and would not have a chance to seek death - I spread my hands in front of Wuyan and whispered, "Give me back the album, you know it's mine." ”

"Y-are leaving?" Forget asked, looking me in the eye and whispering.

Close to him, his faint fragrance came to my face, my face was calm, but my heart was silently shouting: "I don't want to go, but I have to go!"

"I'm going with you. You know, the whole meaning of my life is with you. Holding the album with clear eyes and a calm expression, he said lightly.

Is he—in—saying—what—?

"You...... Do you have the ability to say it again?" I heard myself cheekily ask.

"I'm going with you. You know, the whole meaning of my life is with you. Forget Yan looked at me calmly, and repeated what he had just said, word for word, even the pause in his tone.

I only heard the sound of "coo", and someone fell to the ground in response, it was Kazama!

I hurriedly leaned over to pull her, someone rushed past me, reached out and scooped it up, and lifted Kazama on the ground, it was the patriarch!

"Idiot!" the patriarch sneered, pointing to Kazama, who was gray-faced.

Kazama let the patriarch carry himself, like a puppet without a soul, silent, his eyes just fell on Forget Yan, his eyes were black and white, and they were terrifyingly bright.

"Am I an idiot?" Kazama suddenly whispered to himself, "Isn't the patriarch? Isn't it a forgetful word? Isn't it a beautiful intention? Who in this world is not? Love is a fool, people are crazy, things are also crazy, a family is a family, and the people in the world are also crazy." Don't look at my youth and ignorance, I'm the same as the patriarch!"

It turns out that I've always underestimated Kazama, thinking that she is just a delicate and straightforward wayward girl, and she has such knowledge!

"Beauty, I also have the ability to say it again. Kazama spoke, turning his face to look at me and smiling.

What?

Kazama didn't wait for me to answer, and looked back at the words, and his words were clear, and his voice was tactful: "I'll go with you." You know, the whole meaning of my life is with you. ”

Forgetting to speak, he looked at Kazama, his expression was not wavering, and he did not speak.

The patriarch laughed loudly, and laughed to the end, with a whimper in his voice.

He reached out and retrieved the album in his hand, opened it, and looked at the back of the woman in the painting, tears fell on the painting one by one.

“...... Give me back ......," the patriarch held out his hand to me.

He looked sadder than I did, so it was as if he had a reason to ask for it.

I couldn't help myself, and handed him the page that he had torn apart with his own hands in my arms.

He clutched the album and crumbs, and without concealing it, he cried out loud.

This woman, worth. The King of the Bloods wept for her, and the Human Patriarch wept bitterly over her back—who was she? Where was she?

I was thinking to myself when I suddenly heard Kazama exclaim, "Clan...... Look, Patriarch!"