Luo Luo smiled and nodded: "Master will always be in my heart..." The blush on his cheeks was a bit bright. After thinking about it, he changed his words and said: "...the most special one."
Yue Ye glanced at him, and finally patted Zhizhi's head. When he raised his head again, there was a hint of firm coldness in those ice-blue eyes.
Luoluo was stunned for a moment, his heartbeat seemed to have stalled for a moment. He stared blankly at Yue Ye, the condensed arc at the corner of her mouth, and her gentle patting of Zhizhi's head.
Seemingly understanding something, Luoluo slowly took a step back, shook his head, and murmured: "Master, you, you can't do this..."
"I'm doing this for your own good." Yue Ye said coldly.
Black clothes were flying on the trees, and the cold breath gradually dominated the surrounding air.
Suddenly, the black clothes disappeared on the branches. When they reappeared, they were already in front of Luo Luo. A hand was gently placed on his shoulder. She turned her face sideways and whispered in his ear.
"I would never hurt you."
In the cold breath, there is a desolate smell of mist, which slowly penetrates the nose.
Luoluo's breathing stagnated, and he suddenly wanted to push away the breath that was approaching him, and push it away far away!
But he... couldn't bear it.
His hands were trembling slightly, and he couldn't lift the hand holding the sword.
"Master..." A choked voice was blocked in the throat, "This is my thing."
The hand on his shoulder suddenly tightened, holding him in her arms, Yue Ye closed her eyes apologetically.
"Silly boy, if someone always stands in your way, you will never grow up."
"You should be a giant tree in the sky, not the precious grass under the shadow."
Zhizhi raised his head from between her arms, blinked twice with his big eyes, and an image of sword dancing under the moon suddenly appeared in his watery eyes.
The sword in the young man's hand was precise and serious, but without power. A man in a black cloak walked up to him, held his hand, and made a few moves with the same sword style. The cold light on the sword's edge formed a command in the moonlight.
The afterimage of a person’s fear.
Power burst out from those simple moves, sending chills to the bones, and the cold murderous aura seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
The young man's expression was full of astonishment and admiration, and the crimson on his cheeks was dimly and intensely dyed by the moonlight.
After the man in black finished giving instructions, he let go of his hand, stepped aside, and continued to watch the battle coldly with his hands folded.
Her face could not be seen under the cloak, but a pair of compelling cold eyes were clearly visible.
Zhizhi tilted his head. This was the memory of Lolo Bujir he saw through illusion. It was the most profound one in his memory.
These memories will disappear soon.
The green rhizome on the head shook slightly.
Luoluo became weaker and weaker in Yue Ye's arms, and tears finally fell from his eyes.
"Master, master, if I weren't Luoluo Bujier, could I be a piece of grass next to you?"
Yue Ye pursed her lips, and then said coldly and ruthlessly: "If you weren't Luoluo Bujier, we wouldn't know each other at all."
Cruel and cold-blooded, this is her consistent nature.
If you are destined to despair, you should not leave any hope at all.
The laws of this world are always so cruel.
A slight sadness flashed through her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.
After listening to her words, Luoluo smiled slowly, smiling knowingly at everything, looking away and understanding...
