Spirit Hotel

On the way back, Smarr was very quiet, as if all the tossing emotions and strength had been exhausted in front of the waterfall.

Jesse sat on the other side of the carriage, closing his eyes and meditating as if nothing had happened.

An invisible gap lies between the two, separating the small carriage into two worlds, looking at each other, but they can never get together.

The carriage went all the way up.

The surrounding area was gradually covered by layers of thick fog, and the scenery was lost in the sea of ​​white fog. It was impossible to tell the direction of east, west, north, south.But the carriage still moved forward in an orderly manner.

Smarr remembered that the first time he came here was after losing to Jesse.But at that time, he was tied up with a rope by him and carried up the mountain.If they hadn't been here before, no one would have thought that behind the layers of white mist, there is actually a place comparable to heaven.

As if to confirm his thoughts, the whip swung and fell on the horse's buttocks.

The horse accelerated violently and rushed forward desperately.The carriage was carried almost flying.

Thick white mist lingered around, as if it was endless... At this moment, the carriage rushed out of the thick fog.

The sun shone in again.

Small narrowed his eyes.The red and swollen eyes sting slightly when they come into contact with the bright sunlight.

The carriage drove smoothly on the flat road.On both sides of the road are endless green fields.

But this field is not planted with plants.

He remembered that when he first came here, Jesse had warned him half-threateningly and half-jokingly that this was a bone-eating plant grown with the blood of animals.

He didn't believe it at first—until he saw black and red blood spraying from the water pipe leading to the field.

"This is the witch clan." Jesse warned him at that time.

To him at that time, the witch clan was really a terrible term.

Omedando once told him that although the master of the Yuanshu Realm is a transparent person, in fact it is the witch clan who can control and influence the Yuanshu Realm.Because witchcraft is extremely vicious and insidious, it is hard to guard against.Dreaming, drinking, bathing, and even breathing, they have too many means.

Therefore, he subconsciously concealed his identity and real name in order not to cause trouble to the elf world and Loctini.

Slow down.

The fields ahead were exhausted, and a beautiful and simple village appeared.

Outside the village stood a white-haired old man in a black robe.His eyes were covered by layers of white eyebrows, and his beard was long and fell to the ground.

The carriage stopped, Jesse opened his eyes, opened the door and got out of the carriage.

The old man walked up to him, bent down and saluted, "Patriarch."

Jesse lifted him up with one hand, "Elder Guer, you don't have to come to the village to meet me every time."

"I'm just here to watch the scenery, and I saw you coming by the way." He said, turning his head to look at Smar, who was stuck in the car and refused to get out, and smiled, "Welcome back, Smar."

Smarr was shocked, almost buried in the ground with shame.He hesitated for a while, walked up to him, and said in a low voice, "Elder Guer."

Elder Guer stroked his beard, nodded with satisfaction and smiled, "Just come back." He looked at Jesse, "Patriarch, I've had someone clean that naughty little house again. Over the years, you have let Someone cleans it, so the contents remain the same.”

Small raised his head in surprise and looked at Jesse.

Jesse nodded expressionlessly and walked towards the village.

Elder Gul followed behind, and secretly gave Smalby a victory gesture.

Small's eye sockets were a little hot.

When he was in Wu Clan, besides Jesse, Elder Guer was the best person to him.

Because he was an elf and a slave, before Jesse swore that he belonged to him, many Wu people would shout at him and even make fun of him.At that time, Elder Guer often helped him drive them away.Therefore, in the Wu clan, besides Jesse, the person he felt most sorry for was him.

"Small, who I know, is a little troublemaker who will immediately find a way to play a prank and go back after being bullied, not a crybaby who likes to cry." Elder Gul said softly.

Smal was a little embarrassed. 1000 years is enough for him to grow to a slightly mature age, but Elder Gul's attitude towards him still maintains the pattern of 1000 years ago.

Jesse's return aroused the onlookers of many Wu people.

Smarr saw a lot of familiar faces inside, and the eyes they looked at him were definitely not friendly.Maybe it was because he was afraid of the two great gods around him, so they were not friendly if they were not friendly, but they didn't utter bad words.

After greeting them, Jesse walked towards the largest house in the village.

People of the Wu tribe have always paid no attention to beauty, but only to practicality.According to Small's aesthetics, the appearance of this house can be described as dirt, but he can also guarantee that neither his wind blade nor Locktini's flame ball can cause too much damage to this house.They are strong enough to withstand a tornado.

The so-called largest house in the village is the size of an ordinary villa, and it is the residence of the patriarch.

When he first saw it, he still laughed hard in his heart.

Jesse turned his footsteps, and instead of walking towards his house, he turned to the hut on the other side.

Against the backdrop of the big house, this one-bedroom, one-living room can be regarded as a pocket-sized one, but Smarr knows that the decoration and furnishings inside the small house are definitely more exquisite than the big one.This is because he was nagging about the importance of beauty in Jesse's ears every day, which forced him to help him redecorate it.

Walking into the house, everything really remained the same.

Even the position of the teacup on the coffee table in the living room has not changed.

He looks up.The alarm clock hung on the opposite side of the sofa, and the hour hand pointed to the direction of seven, just like when he left.

"Clean up." Jesse said slowly, "I'll pick you up later."

Smar was stunned for a moment, only to realize that at some point, Elder Guer had quietly left. "I have nothing to clean up." Everything here did not belong to him.

Jesse looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Then follow me."

……

Smarr regretted it. He knew that he should have grabbed the broom behind the door and started cleaning it.

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Jesse returned to his house and started working.He was away for several days, and there was a lot of things to deal with on the table.

Smarr knew what those things were without looking, basically no different from the ancient magistrates.

He habitually sat on the recliner in the study.

Jesse used to work and didn't like him running around, so he specially moved a recliner here so that he could stay here quietly.

As soon as he sat on the recliner, the fatigue of many days rushed to his eyelids.

He held on for a while, and finally couldn't resist the Sandman, and fell asleep leaning on the recliner.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he vaguely smelled a sweet fragrance, which immediately aroused the glutton in his stomach, and he woke up leisurely.

Jesse was sitting across from him.There is a table in front, and the table is full of desserts.

Small sat up.They are all his favorite desserts, does Jesse torture with food?

"What are you looking at, come over to eat." Jesse put a bowl of red bean soup in front of him.

Smarr sat down slowly, looking at Tiantang and him suspiciously.

Jesse sneered, "Are you afraid that I will add meat to the soup?"

"No." He quickly denied, then explained in a low voice, "I was just looking for a spoon."

Jesse took the spoon and turned it gently between his fingers. "I'll feed you."

……

Small's body stiffened.This scene is too familiar.

On Jesse's birthday, he had asked him what present he wanted.The last thing he wanted was to feed him.

Small will always remember the mood that day——

Facing Jesse's tenderness and consideration, he couldn't produce any sweetness in his heart. He just felt that his whole heart was filled with fear, and the thoughts in his head were: what if he knew his identity?What if he knew he was lying to him?Will he hate him?Would you never have to look at him like that again?Will he take revenge on the elf world? ...

Fear grew wildly in his heart day after day.

The better Jesse treats him, the deeper his fear grows.Because he knew that the Wu race was never a race that gave affection easily, and at the same time they were also the race that hated backhanding and deceit the most.He once heard Elder Guer say that a transparent man was pecked to death by crazy sparrows because he abandoned the woman of the Witch clan all the time.

He knew that Jesse would not use this method, and his methods had always been a hundred times more ruthless.

So he had to make a decision—leave here, leave him, and leave this memory.Only in this way, he didn’t have to see Jesse’s eyes of disgust and hatred.Maybe he will still miss the unfortunate "lost" "Lian", maybe this will draw the best ending for them.

"What are you thinking?" Jesse's face suddenly moved closer.

Small backed away uneasily, "It's nothing."

"Really?" Jesse raised his eyebrows, looking unpredictable.

Smarr felt that what was stuck in his heart this time was not fear, but grief.Because this time he didn't have to guess or predict, he could say with certainty that Jesse hated him.Hate to the bone marrow, otherwise he wouldn't have spent such a lot of trouble.The only thing he can pray for is that Shi Feixia and the others have better luck than him and can help him move reinforcements.

"Shi Feixia and the others, are they all right?" He couldn't help asking.

Jesse said, "Are you worried about them?"

……

If he nods, will Jessina Shi Feixia and the others be a threat to put them in danger?

Small hesitated.

"Still, are you worried about Antonio?" Jesse said slowly.

Smarr's heart shrank suddenly, and his eyes were a little guilty to avoid his gaze.

"Don't want to answer?" Jesse unexpectedly didn't dwell on the question.He held up the spoon, brought it to his mouth again, and said softly, "Open your mouth."

Smarr looked at him, swallowed, and gave way with his head back: "I'm not hungry."

Jesse's eyes sank, and he put the spoon back into the bowl, "I don't want to answer, and I don't want to eat. Then, I will give you a third choice."

Small looked at him nervously.

"Answer me another question. It's a very simple question." Jesse lowered his eyes, looked at the fine patterns on the table, and said calmly, "We've known each other for so long, have you ever loved me for a second?" His hand slowly shrunk into a fist, and if you look carefully, you can still see the blue veins on the back of his hand that were raised due to tension.