Thunderbolt Puppet Show: It Has Been Quiet

Chapter 14

When the sky turned slightly white, Tunfo Boy had already got up and put on everything.He silently looked at the collapsed person in the dark, feeling nostalgic and couldn't bear to leave.He knew what his departure today represented, and he also knew the positions of the two when they met in the future.

But he can only choose this way, perhaps only by handing him over to those righteous people in this way can he be protected.

Thinking of this, he felt somewhat relieved.

I don't know how long it took, until Tunfo's eyes were a little moist before he turned around, went to the corner, picked up Zhu Yan, walked out of the room and closed the door.

But the person on the collapse heard the sound of that person's footsteps gradually going away, and a line of green tears ran down his cheeks for a long, long time.

He knows him so well, and will not change easily after making a decision.But he still hopes in his heart that Tunfo can retire with him and stay away from the right and wrong of this arena.

But he is not him after all, he is the most loyal devil in the devil world, so how could he betray the place where he was born and raised?

Thinking about it, two lines of blue tears fell down uncontrollably like this, soaking most of the pillow but he didn't know it.

I don't know how long it took, how he fell asleep drowsily after crying tired.

When he woke up, it was already sunset, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten that day.Habitually got up and called the little friend Zhu Yan, but there was no response after calling for a long time.Only then did he raise his eyes and scan the entire empty room, there was nothing but him.

He just remembered that Tunfo had already left.

After getting up and getting dressed, he went to the table and lit the candles on the candlesticks. The warm candlelight brightened the room instantly.Only then did he look around, and found that the man left so cleanly that he didn't leave anything behind.

His legs suddenly felt weak, so he found a chair and sat down.He knows his ruthlessness, knows his unscrupulous methods, and knows that he always likes to be clean and neat.But during the period of time he walked, he still hoped that he hadn't left, and was willing to believe that he would leave something for him.

Even a small object…………

Nothing, nothing on the table.

He got up again and went to the bed, lying where he had slept before.

Tears rained down.

He couldn't find any words to describe his current mood.

sad?sad?Heartache?

There was still a trace of Tunfo's breath on the pillow, and he smelled desperately, trying to suck the last trace of breath into his body.

For him now, nothing but pain is in pain.