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Louis seemed to be helpless, he sighed very lightly.

Distress is distressing, but the hand pinching Aiker's neck did not relax at all.

This matter must be resolved today.

"Don't you trust your Mr. Dead Tree?"

Louis only said one word, and Eckel broke the defense.

Aikeel was stunned, pursed his lips tightly, and held back for a while.

The eyes were getting redder and redder.

Mr. Dead Tree was Eckel's nickname for Louis. He didn't call him that often, and he didn't tell anyone.

This is a secret between him and Louis.

Only the two of them know.

Eckel had to admit it.

He was so wronged that his voice was full of tears: "I, I don't believe it!"

For some reason, Louis chuckled.

He rubbed Aker's face and said slowly, "Actually, I came to see you."

"The one who saved you back then was not Rilian, but me." Louis concealed how much effort he had spent to escape the restriction and invaded Rilian's body, and he just said "I'm sorry" softly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at the beginning." Louis sighed slightly: "You were too young at the time, so small that I can't imagine what you will look like when you grow up."

He looked at Aker's face seriously, touched the arc of Aker's face with his eyes, and engraved it in his heart bit by bit: "I remember it now."

"You can disbelieve me, you can blame me, but don't leave me again, okay?"

Eckel had never seen such a gentle Louis, as if for a moment, the person in front of him overlapped with the "Louis" he had imagined in his mind for many years.

His breath was unstable, he closed his eyes, and retreated cruelly.

Eckel stood up, and he didn't even have time to think about the fact that Louis was the one who saved him.

He couldn't speak, sniffed and took small breaths.

Louis held his wrist and looked up at Eckel: "Are you leaving me?"

Taking advantage of his serious injury now, leave him.

He said in a hoarse voice, "don't go."

Don't push him.

Aikeel retreated half a step, trying to pull his wrist away.

He lowered his eyelids, blinked, and the tears fell hot between his and Louis's intersecting hands.

"I'm not going...I want to be by myself for a while."

Then it becomes a scene where Eckel himself sits under this tree and Louis sits under another tree facing each other.

Aikeel grabbed his fingers, and made his way out of the chaotic mind little by little.

Mr. Dead Tree is Louis, Louis is Louis, and Louis is "Reliant".

He frowned in pain, resting his chin on his folded knee.

so complicated.

Why did Louis become "Railian"?Rilian also remembers what happened back then?

Can't figure it out.

Ai Keer sneaked a glance at Louis, who was resting with his eyes closed, and bit his lip involuntarily, feeling a little worried.

His blood is still flowing... Is it really okay if you don't deal with it?

Want to ask?But, it's so embarrassing.

The elf hugged his knees and sneaked several glances at Louis after a while.

Puffy face, a little angry.

Why doesn't he care about his injury at all?Doesn't it hurt?What if...

Aiker's face turned pale, he endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He moved over slowly, squatted in front of Louis, and asked in a very low voice, "Is it true that you don't need to treat the wound?"

Louis didn't really close his eyes to rest, he had already noticed Eckel's sight, and pretended to be asleep all the time, not wanting to disturb the elf.

Just look at him a little longer.

He didn't expect that Aiker would come over to ask about his injuries.

He's worried about him.

Louis opened his eyes: "I'm fine."

"don’t worry."

A few words that are not very heavy, facing Louis' eyes, but inexplicably reassured Aikeer: "Okay."

Then Eckel ran back to his own tree.

I don't know how long it took, but Eckel's stomach started to growl. He rubbed his stomach and glanced at Louis.

Turning his head, he found that Louis was also looking at him.

Aiker blushed all of a sudden: "I'm not hungry!"

Even if he was hungry, Louis couldn't cook for himself. His injury was so serious that he couldn't cause trouble.

Louis laughed: "I heard."

His wound has stopped bleeding, and the light element is about to dissipate, probably by tonight, the wound will begin to heal.

Louis stood up: "I'll do it for you."

He put on his torn bloody robe, which covered the wound, revealing only his blood-stained abdomen.

Ai Keer didn't dare to look at the large piece of flesh color, he turned his eyes away: "Then you, be careful."

Aiker didn't wait long, and Louis came back.

Louis dripped water all over his body, and he cleaned up the blood on his body. The dirty blood robe was half wet and draped over his shoulders.

The rabbit meat is cleaned and wrapped in broad leaves.

Before preparing for the barbecue, Louis went to rub Aker's hair, held up the elf's face, and wiped Aker's blood-stained face with the scrubbed veil.

Louis had cleaned up the blood and mud under his nails and washed his hands before touching Aikeer.

Ai Keer wiped his face in a daze, and thanked him embarrassedly.

After wiping it clean, Louis went to light the fire and put the meat on the shelf, only to suddenly realize that Eckel doesn't like to eat barbecue.

Flames danced in his eyes, his eyes were a little bewildered, he didn't know whether to extinguish the fire.

Louis sighed softly: "Forget that you don't like to eat this, but this is the only way to do it now."

"I can only make do with it."

Aiker was silent for a while, then shook his head: "It's not that I don't like it, and it's not that I'll make do with it."

He lowered his eyes and whispered, "I like to eat."

"Before, it was because I ate it for too long, and I was a little greasy." Eccle paused, summoned up his courage, and looked directly at Louis: "It's the first time someone specially made this for me, and it's so delicious."

"I love so much."

Aiker took a deep breath, looked at Louis' dark eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

"Louis, thank you."

Eckel accepts, accepts that Louis is "Louis".

Louis recognized the information almost at the same time as he heard it. His pupils shrank slightly, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "Yeah."

The dark god who had never been close to others quietly blushed.

He calmly replied again: "Yes."

Louis: "We can leave tomorrow, and I'll make you something else delicious."

Ai Keer bent his eyes: "Okay."

The barbecue was prepared quickly, and soon after Eckel was full, he felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

The night in the forest was colder than usual, and the elves curled up together under their thin robes.

Akeel, who was so cold that he was half asleep and half awake, faintly heard someone sigh, and then felt himself falling into a warm embrace.

Warmly stretched his brows and eyes, and re-entered the sweet dreamland.

The next day, Eckel rolled comfortably.

He turned over holding the quilt.

Um?Quilt? !

The little elf opened his eyes in a daze, and got up slowly in a daze, surrounded by a familiar environment.

Louis' palace.

Aiker stared in a daze: "?"

He slept so comfortably, was he dreaming?

Eckel pinched his face.

It hurts, not a dream!

He should have been carried back by Louis last night. Could it be that Louis has recovered from his injury?

What about Louis?where is louis

He climbed out of bed, ran out barefoot without shoes because he was in a panic, and bumped into the old butler who was carrying breakfast.

Aiker took a few steps back after being hit, and he covered his head: "Mr. Steward, do you know where Louis is?"

"Is his injury all right?"

"The bishop carried you back in the middle of the night last night. I don't know the injury." The old butler in a tuxedo put the silver plate on the table, with a kind smile on his face: "However, if the bishop's injury is not Get well, he won't take the risk to bring you back."

"please do not worry."

Ai Keer breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone was not so tense: "Then where is he?"

The old housekeeper lifted the cover of the meal, and there was a cup of hot milk and chopped fruits and vegetables.

The old butler: "The bishop went to deal with yesterday's rebellion. He sent you back last night and left without stopping." His tone was full of admiration and relief: "The rebellious congregation was defeated one by one strategically by the bishop."

"He acted decisively and killed the leader of the rebels before they could react." The old butler pulled out his chair: "Many of the rebels surrendered in an instant."

Aiker didn't dare to sit down, his fingertips were cold: "Boss?"

He didn't dare to guess.

The old butler: "It is the former holy son, Rilian."

Aiker's eyes widened, his voice trembling: "Rilein is dead?"

Riliane wasn't hanged by Louis' vines.

When Louis found him, he was dead.

Died in a messy garden.

Holding a painting in his arms.

Riliane knew the rebellion would not succeed when he saw that he had let Louis escape without stopping.

The reason why the last raid was successful was because of the word "surprise", and with Aiker at the time, Louis had scruples, so he succeeded so easily.

When Louis starts to counterattack, it is the death of the rebellion.

Riliane knew she was going to die.

But he didn't want to die at Louis' hands.

He looked at the woman in the painting, and picked up the brush for the first time to color the black and white portrait.

The paintbrush stained with red paint lightly touches the woman's lips.

The next moment, Rilian's hands trembled uncontrollably.

When the finger bone was crooked, a dazzling red mark slid out.

Or not.

Can't draw a single stroke.

Rilian covered her face and laughed softly, trembling all over: "I'm sorry, Ms. Roy."

"But this may be my last attempt, and I want to perfect it."

The paintbrush was thrown on the ground by him.

The silver arrow was picked up by him.

The silver arrows gleamed in the golden sunlight.

Rilian squinted slightly, and slowly raised it.

He aimed at his heart and stabbed down without blinking.

When the pain was severe, he just frowned.

Because, this is something that is enough to make him happy.

A lot of blood gushed out.

Reliant moved quickly, and as soon as his fingertips got blood, he wiped it on the lips of the painting.

With the last of her strength, Rilian stood up and hugged the pair that finally had color, and finally fell to the ground.

The smell of blood welled up from the throat.

He pursed his lips, his green eyes slightly curved, he looked like a child happily, but his eyes were a little lonely: "Ms. Roy, I seem to have done two wrong things."

"scared you."

"Scared him too."

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