guard one person

Xiao Lingchun picked up the slingshot, picked up a stone casually, put it on the bow rope, and with a sound of "washing—", the stone flew towards the high bead curtain.

There was no scream to answer him, nor was there that big hand.

Xiao Lingchun pouted, pinched the slingshot in a fit of anger—it was burned to ashes in an instant, flicked his sleeves, and walked into the forest without looking back.

"Lord Sanxian...why bother?" The owner of the voice did not appear, but Xiao Lingchun certainly knew who he was.His expression didn't change, but he smiled and said, "Why bother? Lingchun doesn't feel bitter! Also, don't call him Lingchun or Master Sanxian. Lingchun is a human being."

"Xiao Gu, you have been waiting for so long. It is impossible for your general to come back. Human life is short."

"Pfft... what are you talking about? He said he told me to wait for him, he said he would come back after the war. He did what he said every time, and I believe him." Xiao Lingchun's smile subsided for a moment, randomly He said nonchalantly, "I told you that you also like to meddle in other people's business. You don't even spare a soldier."

"The obsession is too deep, it can't be done."

"Persistence?" Xiao Lingchun tilted his head, "Then how can the Immortal Lord of the Years sit here and talk to Lingchun?"

"..." There was a moment of silence in the air, and he said, "Don't wait for him here anymore.... Lingchun. After death, people either turn into nature or into ghosts. If adults want to find him, they should never be here. here."

"How do you know?" Xiao Lingchun stopped abruptly, "He told me to wait for him here, and he will definitely come here to look for me. If I leave and miss it, wouldn't it be a lifetime of regret?"

"..." There was another silence in the air.After leaving with a sigh, there was no reply.

"Who doesn't have an obsession..." Xiao Lingchun murmured for a while, then continued to walk deep into the forest.It seemed that he saw something interesting, so he raised the corners of his mouth and leaned over.

Laughter is like a flower.