Following Kazama's eyes, I looked over.

I saw that the crumbs that the patriarch was holding in both hands, after being stained with his own tears, turned into petals one by one! Red petals floated in front of the patriarch.

The patriarch spread his hands, stunned, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly went berserk, tearing the album in his hand to shreds.

He was moving too fast to stop.

Please, this is my album, it's the boundless personal belongings I brought out of the Holy Star Castle, you ruined it like this, how can I deal with it—the adults are willful, it's even more unreasonable!

I saw the patriarch put the torn picture album in his palm, held it in front of him, let the tears roll down it, and muttered in his mouth, as if calling a person's name: "Wei'er...... Micro ...... I know it's you...... It must be you......"

Wei'er? Maybe it's Wei'er, is it the name of the woman in this album?

I glanced at Forget Yan, he didn't look at me, he was staring at the patriarch, there was pain and concern on his face - he forgot to know what the patriarch was doing, he must also know who this "Wei'er" was.

Those detritus, I don't know if it was because of tears, or because they were "summoned" by the patriarch, one by one seemed to have life, floating up from the patriarch's hands, and turning into petals in mid-air.

In just a moment, a whole torn album turned into a rain of petals falling in the sky, sprinkled "down" in front of the patriarch, but did not fall to the ground.

The patriarch opened his arms, raised his hands, and took the petals into his arms, and his mouth was full of sorrow but ecstasy: "Wei'er, Wei'er, have you sent me a message with these rose petals? Where have you been all these years? Are you okay? It's me...... I'm sorry for you...... Can you show up and meet me?"

I stood still, listening to the patriarch's painful and remorseful words, I was a little ignorant in my heart, I didn't know much about the friendship between human beings, I only felt that it was very complicated and tortuous and dark, but it was indeed a heart-wrenching experience to let a man with white hair and more than half a hundred years old cry in front of everyone, regretting his mistakes.

The adult blood clan around me, my brother is 900 years old, and the adult is at least 2000 years old, as for Wuyan - don't mention him, they are all calm and calm, and I am used to it. When I met the patriarch for the first time before, although I was dusty, I was also steady and determined, and I suddenly collapsed and cried and laughed, which really made people not know how to deal with it.

"Who is that ...... 'Vier'?" I asked in a low voice as I walked over to Forget Yan.

I turned my head suddenly, my eyes stayed on my face, and my eyes were bright, as if there were tears, which startled me.

"Album...... I don't want it, it's just the patriarch of him...... Seeing that he is in such pain, maybe we can help him find the woman named 'Vier' to relieve him...... Lovesickness, what do you say?" I said cautiously.

What am I talking about? What am I talking about? What is the "pain of lovesickness"? I am also a little vague.

Sure enough, Wuyan's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at me in disbelief, as if looking at a talking pig.

"You...... Alas, forget it. Forget to reach out and pat me on the shoulder, turn away from me, bend down to pick up the petals that fell to the ground, and gently put them into the patriarch's arms.

Kazama muttered softly on the side, "You don't say a word to help you." ”

These human beings who want to speak and stop talking, and are covered in clouds and mountains and fog, are really a lot of brains! I know they are talking, but I don't know what they mean at all! It's not as good as those monsters, monsters, and spirits I met along the way, who go straight and go straight and want to take people's lives if they don't agree with each other.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in digging up other people's privacy!" I whispered to Kazama: "I won't accompany you, my brother and they are in trouble, I want to rush to the ancient country of elves immediately, I forgot to say it, he wants to go with me, you also said, you have to go with him, in a word, you both have to follow me, then what is the delay, let's go!"

"It's so thick-skinned!" Kazama glanced at me and snorted through his nose: "Who is going to follow you? I'm following Forgetyan! Besides, Forgetyan is not 'following you', he is just accompanying you to fetch things, do you really think that you are so important? He cares about 'things', not you!"

"Kazama, shut up!" he whispered in his ear, and his voice was never more stern than ever: "You accompany the patriarch, you don't have to walk with me!"

I turned to look at Wu Yan, this honey-skinned, satin-like shining, beautiful and wise young man, looking at me gently and gently, without the slightest evasion in his eyes, like a green pine on a snowy cliff, calm and down.

"The most ill-intentioned person is...... Forget to speak. ”

"He wants you dead more than anyone else, but he also seems to be ...... Love you. ”

The words that Zixia had said to me before he died suddenly appeared in my mind, it was the confession he had given me before his life was gone, and I ...... I pretended I didn't remember!

A zombie cat who has lived for 7,000 years and can read my mind, lives and dies with me, and has a heart-to-heart relationship, so what reason is there to lie to me and set me up before he dies?

Unless he has a personal vendetta against Forgetword?

Have it?

Have it?

"Because you must die, you must ......" another sentence hidden in the depths of my heart surged up, like a fish jumping out of the sea and stranded on the shore, dying and struggling, exuding a fishy smell - this sentence was said to me in person, kiss!!

He wants me to die, because I have to die.

He really said this to me, even though I pretended and tried to forget, but there it was, an unwilling fish, exposed to the sun, steaming off the last drop of water, watching himself die, unable to do anything.

Kazama's face turned red, and he cried out with a "wow-" cry.

Forget to say that his face was calm and deaf, and he walked up to the patriarch and whispered a few words in his ear.

The patriarch's eyes were fanatical, his face flushed, and he held a handful of red petals in both hands, as if holding the whole world.

I'm afraid he wasn't listening to what was being said in his ear.

"Do you know? Roses are her favorite flowers...... the patriarch's eyes suddenly turned to my face, the smile on his face was a little hideous, but also a little gentle, and he chattered at me: "She is finally willing to forgive me, in fact, I have forgiven her a long time ago...... But I couldn't find her, I couldn't tell her, and I forgave her a long time ago...... You see, you see, someone must have imprisoned her, and she had no choice but to use this method to turn into rose petals and tell me that she was fine, and she still missed me...... Actually, I ...... I miss her so much......"

I stood awkwardly, but my mind was spinning: Roses...... In the hall of the Holy Star Castle, and in the boundless study, all the roses are falling...... This album is a boundless private thing, the back on it is painted by boundless, the elf tweed has seen the tears of the boundless falling on the album, and this album, after being torn apart, soaked in the tears of the patriarch, turned into petals...... Don't...... Could it be that the woman in this painting is really imprisoned in the territory of the Bloodline and manipulated in the album in the hope that one day she will send some kind of message to the patriarch?

The question is, Wuya, why are you again?!

"This album is actually ......," I wondered how to speak.

"Of course I know, this is a painting by the King of the Blood Clan, Wuya. The patriarch suddenly changed his words, and his voice was hateful and cold.

"Oh, yes. "I remembered that when the patriarch snatched the album from Kazama's hand, he did say, "When I can't recognize it, isn't this the handwriting of your old boy from the blood clan?"

It seems that there are indeed some grievances and hatreds between the patriarch and Wuya that are not worthy of outsiders.

What could it be?

"Then why aren't you looking for the Bloodline, maybe you're looking for someone in ......," I asked.

"When I haven't looked for it?" the patriarch sneered, and his demeanor seemed to return to a little normal: "Almost the entire blood clan has been rummaged through by me, no! I saw you when you were young, and you never woke up, only a cold-faced blood clan accompanied you all the year round, I didn't care at the time, I didn't expect it...... I didn't expect you to ...... It turned out to be ......"

He was talking about my brother! My heart was hot, my thoughts wandered, and I didn't notice that the tone of his voice was very strange at the end.

"Patriarch!" forgot to say suddenly, and his voice was a little unnatural.

The patriarch stopped abruptly, looked down at the petals in his hand, and was silent.

What did the patriarch want to say? Forgetfulness was clearly cutting off his words and preventing him from continuing.

Forget to say that "the whole meaning of his life" lies with me, but he definitely hides a lot of secrets - what does he want to do?

"After all these years, she finally gave me a signal, she is still alive, she must be alive!" The patriarch's voice was full of determination and fanaticism: "I want to live, live well, and I will definitely be able to see her again in my lifetime...... Vier, I'll find you!"

As he spoke, the patriarch held the rose petals in his hand, and as if he had found a treasure, he ignored us and walked away along the bank of the great river.

"Patriarch—" Kazama called out in a wrieky voice.

The patriarch stopped, did not turn around, just stood still.

The river wind is steep, blowing his blue clothes, and his back is very lonely. His hands were still clasped in front of his chest.

"Patriarch, please rest assured, forget the mission of the word, dare not die or forget. As for Meiyi, the patriarch must have faith in her!" forgot to raise his breath and passed his voice out.

I have never heard such a strong voice from him—how can he make such a distant voice when he is not weak since he was a child, and he has survived on pills? Moreover, his "mission"? what mission will he have? Why should the patriarch have confidence in me? Why did he forget to make such a guarantee? Who is he?

I'm pretty sure: he forgot to say that he was hiding too much from me.

The patriarch turned his back to us, nodded, and strode away.

"I know you have a lot of doubts about me. "When the figure of the patriarch finally disappeared at the end of the riverbank, he forgot to turn around and face me, and strike first.

"You're hiding too much. If you don't give me an explanation, then you and I will say goodbye. Never have to say goodbye. I looked him in the eyes, sincerely, calmly.

"There is concealment, there is no explanation. Forgetting to answer, he has a clean and dignified momentum like ice and snow at this moment.

He stretched out his hand, took my hand, put his other hand on my palm, held it gently, the fragrance of the fragrance, and said unhurriedly: "I can't explain it to you, I can only entrust my life to your hands, if one day, you dissipate into the world, I will never live alone." ”

The dragon ring on the index finger of his right hand suddenly began to vibrate, and there was a clanging sound, as if he was about to get rid of his hand!