Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 320
Smiling and laughing, the boy's eyes were stained with water.

Lowering his head, the boy and his docile put his forehead on the girl's soft palm, closed his eyes and said the most sincere oath in his life——

"Xiahan, I swear by my surname and first name, it will be your property for life and life, and it will not change until death."

Unswerving until death...

These four words seem to have been endowed with a certain kind of special courage, which lingers in people's ears for a long time.

Compared with those iron-blooded promises of loyalty and loyalty, these words are more like... a "curse" of affection, tightly entwining his air like a fish that has been starved of oxygen for a long time. His life, with a vow to entangle With your overly paranoid love that is inseparable from life to life.

Xing Mo who was suddenly sworn in: "..."

I'm sorry, we are from the East, and we don't like the Western Satanism. We don't need a soul, but...

If it is a beauty, then it is a soul that has collection value...

"Since you have no objections, then we can make a happy decision like this!"

Xing Mo took the boy's hand, planning to go to the room to find something to stamp.

But the young man stopped suddenly and looked at Xing Mo stammeringly: "Please... please wait a moment... there is one more thing."

"What's wrong?" Do you want to go back on your word?

A liar will be put into a claw machine.

Being watched by Xing Mo, the young man's face became even redder, "You...your foot is hurt, if you walk like this...you will get infected, so...let me go with your back..."

The further back, the boy's voice became lower and lower like a mosquito, and he looked at her with some anxiety, as if he was afraid that she would refuse.

"sure."

Xing Mo simply agreed. Being able to lie down and not stand up is the life pursuit of a dead house. Now that someone asks Ying to carry her on his back, there is no reason for him to refuse.

The boy didn't answer the words but just squatted down obediently, and Xing Mo also jumped up.

The moment he jumped up, Xing Mo noticed sensitively that the boy's body was slightly stiff for a moment, and when he stood up, his ears and neck became red all over.

Did she have such a heavy weight?Xing Mo thought with some puzzlement, seeing that the child was exhausted, his face was red and his neck was thick.

"Am I heavy?" She asked while leaning on the boy's thin back, "If it's really heavy, you don't have to continue carrying me."

"No no no, it's not heavy at all! It's just..."

The boy was a little excited and wanted to refute, but the words stuck in his throat, but he suddenly couldn't speak.

The weight of the dumpling was too light, and the only weight lying limply on his back was unbelievably beautiful, and even made him think that it was a sin to have such a beautiful existence on such a bad self.

It's just that such words must never be said, because no matter how selfish he wants to stay with such beauty for a while longer.

Sure enough...he is such a selfish, disgusting, dirty existence who only thinks about himself.

The boy lowered his head in frustration, looking like a big dog that couldn't help crying after being abandoned, and people couldn't help but subconsciously rub his head to give him a sense of security.

Xing Mo thought so too, of course she did the same.

She rubbed the boy's head, and comforted the boy out of a sense of guilt that she thought she was too heavy: "Don't be unhappy, although I am heavy, you can think so too, I love you, then you can carry the weight on your back." What is being carried is a big—a lump of love.”

(End of this chapter)