The demon leader is a good man

"Master..." A man was half kneeling on the ground, his voice full of pleading.

"That's all!" The leader stood outside the window and looked at the dead silence outside, "Leaving here tomorrow..."

In the past few months, people have been dying under the hands of the "Evil Cult". There are more and more calls to eradicate the Demon Cult from outside every day.

The leader wanted to clear up the grievances of the Demon Cult but ended up like this, he closed his eyes wearily.A person suddenly came to mind, the person who was always standing by his side.

In the evening, the young master was chipping a piece of wood under the candle. The wooden sword before was old, and the young master planned to make one by himself.

Master Jiang invited the young master a master who taught self-defense. The master knew some sword skills, and the young master wanted to learn.

"Kuanger?"

A voice came from behind, and the young master turned around with a surprised expression, "Master?"

Both of them had questioning tones. Facing the increasingly handsome young leader, they were a little strange, but they couldn't believe it when facing the young leader who hadn't seen him for almost a year.

"You're almost as tall as I am." The leader sighed.

"Of course! I will be taller than you in the future."

Even though they haven't seen each other for a long time, they are not unfamiliar.

The young master looked at the leader by candlelight, the leader was still like this, and his heart was still the same when he saw the leader, warm and untouchable.

The young master's eyes were shining brightly, just like in the teahouse.

The leader was watched so seriously by the young master.

The leader is here to say goodbye to the young master, he wants to leave here and go to the north.

"Then will you come back?"

"do not know."

"Then can I find you?"

The leader was silent for a while, and then seriously said to the young master, "You are a young master, the world is too far away from you, you have a world of your own."

The young master seems to understand but not understand.

The leader said, "If I hadn't come to you, you would have gone somewhere else as a friend. I don't want to change you just because I am the leader of the Demon Cult."

The young master shook his head, his heart was so stuffy that he wanted to cry, he endured it, he asked the teacher to tell him a story.

The leader held a bamboo fan in his hand, his face was gentle, and his white clothes shone faintly under the big candlelight.

The young master gritted his teeth tightly in the darkness to hold back his crying. If the room was brightly lit, the leader would definitely be able to see the young master with tears on his face and his hands tightly clutching his clothes.

The leader is gone, he will never be able to catch up with the leader in his whole life, he can't stay by his side, in the future he will never know if the leader will marry a wife, have children, live, grow old, get sick and die, the leader is the leader, the leader in the rivers and lakes, the young master is the young master, the ordinary The young master of others.

The white dress will not appear in the backyard, and no one will take him to the tall tree trunk to chat.

The leader will fall in love with others, and the leader will forget him.

The leader went to a place he had never been before...

six years later

The new snow in the north is beginning to fall, and the full moon is in the sky.The leader looked up at the cold full moon, Kuang'er has grown up!The flying snow blurred the leader's vision, and he was still alone.

Nanfangmen Lane welcomes Shili Temple, and the scenery before Latex is known as spring.The Jiang Mansion was full of joy. The young master from back then was already a champion who had obtained the honor. He was standing at the door of the new house in a bright red wedding dress, beside his friends who were pushing him. He had no joy, only bewilderment. saw his later life.

The camellias in the yard are in full bloom. The red ones are like the self in front of me, and the white ones are like him in the distance.

The door creaked and was pushed open, and Jiang Kuang walked towards his wife at the bedside step by step.

He actually understood what the leader said many years ago.

In his dream, he once saw a high-spirited young man riding a maroon horse on the road to the north, and the person in the dream walked towards him with a smile.

From now on, don't miss love again.