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"How long?"

Zhenyong frowned and asked... He had asked the same question countless times along the way.

Concern leads to chaos... As the head of the organization at the root, how could Zhenyong, who has performed countless missions in various parts of the ninja world, be unable to measure such a simple distance?It's just that along the way, he never felt at ease...he was afraid.

The onlookers can clearly... Orochimaru can see it clearly. These days, Zhenyong Zhenyong who encounters trees and stones is no longer the friend he is familiar with... At least Orochimaru has never seen such a flustered and impatient person. Qianshou is so brave.

Whether it was the first negotiation with him, or every cooperation since then, apart from his formidable and terrifying strength, the deepest impression this young man left on Orochimaru was his calmness and aura that did not match his age. ——But now, he is like a child who is afraid of the dark, at dusk, desperately running towards home...

He was scared... afraid that he would never see that woman again...

"We're almost there."

Orochimaru's voice is still so hoarse, but I don't know if it's because of the little Shion in his arms, that indifference is gradually being replaced by gentleness.

"Take a break."

Without answering, Zhenyong just shook his head stubbornly, speeding up the pace of progress on his own...

Although he has hardly closed his eyes these days, the burning sensation from his soul has been urging him to speed up.

Orochimaru frowned... Although Xiao Ziyuan didn't intend to rest, but her increasingly pale face and the bloodshot eyes made Leng Jun dare not be careless.

"Let's rest for a while!" This time, there was some displeasure in his tone, "Zi Yuan is still too young to bear this kind of jolt."

The hasty footsteps finally stopped... For the guilt of his daughter, Zhenyong finally stopped for a while - he could not care about his body, but Xiao Ziyuan couldn't... For Maitreya, she must be healthy.

"Uncle, I..."

Shion tugged on Orochimaru's lapel, although her voice was very weak, the little girl still stubbornly hoped to return to her mother soon... But when he touched Zhenyong's concerned eyes who turned around, he fell silent again...

She turned her head and buried her face in Dashewan's chest—because of the accident when they first met, she still had an almost instinctive resistance to Zhenyong.

...

The daughter's avoidance made Zhenyong's heart ache again. He barely kept his smile, and reached out to touch Xiao Ziyuan's head, but the latter curled up to avoid it...

"I'm afraid she's thirsty, I'll go find some water..."

Nodding to Orochimaru, Zhenyong had to find a lame excuse to leave in a hurry... In the rucksack behind Orochimaru was the bamboo cup he had just filled with dew in the morning...

"Hey…"

Looking at Ziyuan in his arms who also had red eyes, Mr. Leng could only sigh helplessly...

Good luck tricks people.

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"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Inside the gauze tent, Maitreya's voice lost some water and lightness compared to the past... It seemed like a river that was about to dry up, and it would be swallowed by wind and sand before the rainy season.

The intermittent coughing sound was so fragile that it made people feel distressed.

"grown ups…"

The maid in charge of taking care of the maiden's daily life sat kneeling outside the tent—since yesterday, the maiden couldn't even sit up, and her condition worsened faster than expected.

The weak cough gradually stopped, and after a long while, a woman's voice as thin as a mosquito finally sounded

"Zion...is he back?"

"My lord...there is no news of Miss Ziyuan yet."

"... "

Inside the gauze, there was a short silence, and then, the weak cough lingered again for a while.

"You go down..."

"Yes…"

The young woman got up slowly, and then carefully exited the maiden's room. After the creaking sound that symbolized the closing of the door, there were only weak coughing sounds from time to time in the room...

Asters…

The amber eyes are no longer as ethereal as they were when Zhenyong first met... Illness and life have tortured the witch so weak that even the eyes that seemed to be able to see all the truth in the past have become cloudy...

Maitreya has no regrets in her life—as a witch, in her generation, she has finally resolved her long-cherished wish with ghosts, and she has accomplished everything for her without the need for future generations to repeat the tragedies of her predecessors...even if she dies now. There will be no regrets!

...

That would have been the case if it wasn't for Shion...if it wasn't for her daughter.

Although Maitreya was a priestess before becoming a mother, what mother doesn't want her children to be safe and sound, and doesn't want to watch her children grow up in front of her?

"Cough cough..."

Breathing became more difficult, and the coughing sound became more intense...

——Unfortunately, God has favored her too much, this time, he does not intend to show any more favors...

It is almost impossible to open her eyes... But Maitreya can still feel her life passing through her fingers, maybe when the westerly wind blows out the candle, she will die without a word...

...

A big hand held hers quietly, as if it came from some distant, unrealizable dream...

A certain kind of warm energy began to flow from his fingers, and then gently flowed into her veins - the eyes that had been unable to open were gradually restored to clarity, and the world that had gradually fallen into silence, at this moment, there was a certain sound. A man's sob...

...

"Hold on...you hold on!"

She opened her eyes with all her strength, and the familiar face appeared in front of her again.

Outside the window, there was the sound of rain, the maiden's smile flashed away, and then turned into silent tears again...

"You shouldn't have come..."