"If you have anything to say, just say it." Jiao Yue's tone became gentler, "Tonight there are only two of us, master and disciple, so there is no need to be restrained."
Master and disciple?
Hearing these four words, Hua Ying's heart trembled. She never thought that the master would say the words "master and apprentice", and the distance between him and her shortened from thousands of miles away to just a stone's throw away.
"Master, if Hua Ying does something wrong in the future, will Master forgive me?" Hua Ying cannot be Gao Yue's apprentice for the rest of his life, and one day he will leave the realm of darkness.
"No, anyone who has done something wrong will get the punishment they deserve." Jiaoyue said solemnly.
"Oh, Master is so cruel, why can't he be a little more kind to Hua Ying?" Hua Ying didn't know where to find the courage, so she couldn't help but act coquettishly.
"No!" Jiaoyue replied decisively. He is a principled person and no one can violate his bottom line.
The room fell into silence, Jiaoyue didn't speak, and Huaying didn't speak either. Jiaoyue picked up another piece of osmanthus cake, chewed it and tasted it carefully: "What is this?"
Jiao Yue's words broke the silence, and Hua Ying replied: "Osmanthus cake."
"Well, it's delicious." Jiao Yue has never praised her like this before.
"Master, haven't you ever eaten sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" Hua Ying felt a little happy in her heart.
"No." Jiao Yue replied calmly.
If one day, she is not by his side, he will not be able to eat.
Hua Ying is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of loneliness. It is her belief that she will be able to find the other sisters in the special agent team that supports her to move forward fearlessly.
But I am so tired. The road ahead for me is really long and hard.
"What should I do if I feel that my dream is getting further and further away from me, so far away that I can't reach it?" Hua Ying murmured.
"People become the strongest only in desperate situations." The bright moon's eyes glowed with a terrifying light. He was all too familiar with desperate situations.
The sudden murderous aura emanating from Jiao Yue's body made Hua Ying feel chilled in her heart. Her hand shook and she failed to hold the wooden comb steady. The comb fell to the ground and tore off one of Jiao Yue's red hair.
"I..." Hua Ying was worried that Gaoyue would blame her, so she hurriedly picked up the wooden comb with a bright red hair wrapped around it.
Jiao Yue was not angry. Hua Ying noticed Jiao Yue's red hair and asked, "Why is Master's hair red?"
"It's dyed red with blood, do you believe it?" Jiao Yue's tone was light, with no emotion at all.
Hua Ying was startled. She had never seen a murderer before, but how could a perverted murderer dye his hair red with blood without losing the color?
"I don't believe it." Hua Ying forced out a smile.
"Some things seem real, but are fake; and some things are obviously real, but people can't believe it. Hahaha, this is the way in this world. Only when you can distinguish between false and true can you be invincible." Jiao Jiao
Yue's laughter was equally charming and charming, "Huaying, I have never doubted your determination and perseverance, but do you know what you lack?"
Hua Ying shook her head. Jiao Yue was right. She lacked something that she didn't know. It was precisely because she lacked something that she couldn't become powerful most effectively. Behind every strong person, there is someone who supports them.
Constantly strong motivation.
"You are too young, do not have an inclusive heart, do not see things and people thoroughly enough, and are too subjective. There is no absolute right or wrong, right or wrong, only life and death for anyone or anything in the world."