I, the Heir of Heroes

Jia Luo said slowly and flatly.With her closed eyes, she didn't notice the increasingly gentle look in Mayumi's eyes.

——You are the idiot, Galo.

After figuring out the reason, she took a deep look at him, and the original dissatisfaction in her heart had already dissipated at this moment.

She let go of the hands on Jia Luo's chest, and gently moved her seductive buttocks to sit on Jia Luo's lap. She was no longer satisfied with the intimate touch of the skin.

Embracing Galo's neck, Mayumi raised her forehead and put it next to his ear, the touch from her cheek made her close her eyes comfortably.

There was no immediate response. Faced with such a somewhat heavy atmosphere, Mayumi changed the topic, and said softly with a small mouth:

"Nagara, what does your best friend think of you?"

"What do you think—"

He knew who Mayumi was talking about.

After relaxing his body, Jia Luo completely lay down on the beach chair, not paying attention to Mayumi's little movements, and facing the sky, he stared at the sun that was gradually emitting a faint yellow halo.

In such light, Jia Luo recalled the conversation between the two not long ago.

--【god】?

In any case, such a description seemed a bit inappropriate to him.

"Guangxuan's situation is a bit special. His vision is different from that of ordinary people."

After a little hesitation, Galo finally didn't tell Mayumi that description completely.

"Special? And... the name Mitsunobu Jiudao always feels like I've heard it there before."

The slightly pursed corners of her mouth seemed dissatisfied with his answer, but when the name was mentioned again, she seemed to find some fragments in the distant past as she flipped through her memory.

"I remember that he seemed to be a genius cultivated by the Jiudao family as a candidate for the new generation, but he disappeared in the past few years for some reason."

I always feel that I have missed some important points, and I try to recall but I still can't catch the flashing details.

"..."

On the other hand, Jia Luo's silence was abnormal.

Letting go of her hands, Mayumi supported Galo's shoulders and stood up straight. Her crystal clear skin reflected the light of youthful vitality in the sun, and her charming pupils were full of inquiry.

"Hey, Jia Luo, I'm curious..."

"Isn't it already finished on the cruise ship in the morning?"

"What I want to know is not those... I want to--really understand Jia Luo."

There was no room for Jia Luo to avoid the direct gaze, and the gentle figure revealed seriousness.

"Is that so..."

Feeling the concern in that tone, he thought about it for a while, and finally he didn't refuse with a soft face.

"I don't know where to start... The story may be a bit long, but don't fall asleep like just now."

Gazing at the delicate body with bumps and convexities in front of him, Jia Luo sat up slowly, embracing the upturned roundness with his arms and hugging it into his arms.

Unknowingly, the condensed eyes gradually became lax.

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Sure enough, longing for a normal person's life is the story I want to write.

Chapter 130 Five Apocrypha NO.1 When I was Young

At dusk, there was only a thin and small figure sitting alone in front of the wooden house entrance.

It's late summer and early autumn, and just wearing a thin white T-shirt doesn't make people feel chilly.From time to time, shallow frogs croaked from the fields in the countryside. It was the best season. These small animals seemed to be tired and no longer had the vitality of midsummer not long ago.

Bare feet, looking at the sky idly, his plain and deep eyes are enough to make people ignore his young age.

—Where do I come from?

A pure heart has knowledge and experiences that do not match his age. He doesn't know who he is and why he is here.

He knew that the picture that appeared in the depths of his memory was not something he had personally experienced——

Then why did these things appear in his mind?

—he didn't understand.

—he wants to know the answer.

These could be regarded as profound philosophical questions, and no one would know how long it took to ponder them to reach a conclusion, but the last thing he lacked was time.

"Garosang~"

On the country road not far away, a smiling child ran towards him waving his hands.

As far as he knows, [Sang] means "small" in cultural traditions, and it is used in address and also to express respect.He had chosen the previous name for himself, but he—but Jia Luo didn't quite understand why they should pay him respect.

"Good afternoon, mother-in-law, Mu Jun."

When meeting familiar people, you need to say hello, and the form of greeting can be determined according to the time you are in. This is part of the life skills that Jia Luo has learned after staying here for about a month.

On the calm face, the long and narrow eyes outline an extraordinary temperament, Jia Luo's arms hang naturally at the sides, and the casual standing posture contains a certain charm.