She simply couldn't imagine how she would answer if Zi Tong asked about the Fountain of Life.
However, it was beyond her expectation.
No one, whether it was Zi Tong or Zi Tu, mentioned the spring water of life. She personally fed Zi Tu, but he just ate silently, while Zi Tong sighed while eating.
"What is this made of? Is it nectar? It's really good, isn't it, Zitu?"
"Yeah, it's very sweet, but not greasy."
"And this, fruit wine, right? It tastes like juice. It's better than the Star Brew, isn't it, Zitu?"
"Yeah, it tastes good."
"Zitu, please don't be so kind all the time, okay? Luo Jia is feeding you, you have to say thank you."
"Thank you." Zitu followed his words.
Zi Tong just smiled and shook her head, then stood up from the table, "I'm full, you two eat slowly, and I'll go out and look at the stars."
She got up and left, sitting on a tree to watch the stars, leaving the room to the two of them.
Zitu watched Luo Jia bring the wooden spoon over again. He fed a milk-like plant pulp from the spoon and shook his head slightly, "Okay, I'm full."
"Then..." Luo Jia stood up, "I'll get water to rinse your mouth."
"Luojia." Zitu said softly.
"Huh?" Luo Jia stopped.
Zitu stared at her face and spoke slowly, "I'm very grateful to you for bringing me back. The lady has already told me that the fountain of life is a sacred object of the elves. I'm not an elf in the village, so forget it."
He just seemed dull and not good at expressing himself, but he wasn't really stupid. What's more, Luo Jia was someone who couldn't hide things, and Zi Tu had already seen through her.
"Actually, grandpa..." Luo Jia hesitated, not knowing what to say. She was not a liar, but she was afraid that telling the truth would make him sad.
"I understand." Zitu interrupted her, "I'm not angry or disappointed."
"Zitu, I..."
Luo Jia stood in front of him, biting her lip and speechless.
Seeing her aggrieved and helpless look with tears in her eyes, Zitu just frowned slightly. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but then he found that his hands and heels were not obeying his command, and he felt a little inexplicable.
of annoyance.
Suppressing his annoyance, Zitu raised the corners of his lips with a relaxed look on his face, "Let's go eat. After traveling such a long way, you must be hungry too."
Luo Jia wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
sorry?!
No, she couldn't tell.
She bit her lip and sat down at the table. She wanted to eat to hide her emotions, but tears fell down on the spoon filled with fruit pulp.
Zitu looked at her background and her slightly shrugged shoulders, and already guessed that she was crying.
He frowned and wanted to stand up. As soon as he raised his body a little, he felt an unbearable pain in his spine and arms. The most important thing was not the pain, but that he couldn't hold it up.
With a muffled sound, Zi Tu folded back onto the pillow.
"Purple disciple?!" Hearing the voice, Luo Jia turned around suddenly and rushed over to support him, "How are you doing?"
"It's okay, I just want to move." Zitu looked at her tearful eyes, "Don't cry, don't cry."
He was never good at coaxing people, and he didn't know how to persuade her. He couldn't move his body, and he simply said don't cry.
Luo Jia's tears became more and more unstoppable, "Zitu, I... it's all my fault. I caused you to be like this."