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The forest was always deep and quiet, and the two people's feet stepped on the scattered dead branches on the ground, making a creaking sound.

It seemed that he hadn't walked side by side with this person in such a harmonious way for a long time, and the last time he walked seemed to be more than ten years ago in his previous life.

At that time, he was still in the Canghong Sword Sect, and he was still his disciple, ignorant of worldly affairs, innocent and lively.When walking beside him, there will be a kind of pride and pride.

He used to be helpless, but he gave him hope and led him out of the darkness.

But who would have thought that the person who destroyed all his beliefs in the end would be this person.

He pulled him out of hell and pushed him into another abyss with his own hands.

How tragic and how innocent.

The steps under my feet can't help but become a little heavy, and the rustling leaves in my ears add a bit of desolation.

Yan Luo's steps were also heavy, and this heaviness lay in the fact that he seemed to have vaguely guessed.

[Yan Luo: Brother 8, do you think it's too late for me to regret it? 】

[88: Unless the host completes the task, it will not be able to leave. 】

[Yan Luo: I think I raised my son well, but if this son is black from the bottom of his bones, I think I can't bear it. 】

【88: The protagonist still cares about you. 】

[Yan Luo: It looks like that, could it be intermittent amnesia? ?Just remember being kind to him before?Or he was rubbing his strength secretly, waiting for the right time to make a click. 】

【88:...】

The host's brain power is too strong, it's almost trembling.

Yan Luo trembled all over, feeling that his blood energy, which had been suppressed with great difficulty, was steadily rising.

He glanced sideways at the young man in red beside him, and slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his throat.

Yan Luo, as a top game design master in China, his brain logic is absolutely top-notch.After Tao Ji's incident fermented, the seed of doubt that had been buried deep in his heart was sprouting little by little. After thinking about it, Yan Luo gradually became suspicious of the motive of this matter from the beginning.

When he first entered the game, he always felt that there was a gaze staring at him. He always thought it was a player. Later, after meeting Qian Hongfeng, this gaze became more intense.

He thought it would be a kind of nostalgia, a kind of dependence on the fledgling plot, but now that he thinks about it, it may be a kind of resentment that he wants to get rid of quickly.

The first time he met him, he asked him why he saved him.

I didn't guess the reason at first, but now I understand that from the very beginning, his disguise didn't work in the eyes of the other party, or it was because the other party was so familiar with him that the first time we met, he just glanced at him. He recognized him, the enemy he had remembered for a whole life.

This situation can only be explained by one result, that is, the Qian Hongfeng who was following him was not a little white from the beginning, but a black lotus.

A black lotus flower that came out of hell.

No wonder he followed the plot of the story before, but Qian Hongfeng was still OOC. No wonder he was in Songjiazhuang before, although he was a monk without alchemy, but he still knew the talismans after alchemy. No wonder he always felt a little guilty It turns out that this person is the one who crushed the villain to ashes.

Thinking of this, Yan Luo couldn't help shaking a few more times.

[Yan Luo: I didn't mean you, Mr. Eight, your system should really be upgraded. With such a big bug, you have the nerve to tell me that you have never made a mistake? ? ? 】

[88: It was version 1.0 before, but now it is version 2.0. If the host wants to provide more considerate services, try to upgrade the version. 】

【Yan Luo: How many versions do you have? 】

[88: Stay tuned. 】

[Yan Luo: I want to return the product. 】

Every day is a day when I want to quit the host and want to change the system.

In the past, Yan Luo's plan was to aspire to the cultivation of apprentices, but now that apprentices don't need to be raised, is there still time to gain favorability?

[System: Ding Dong, the system prompts you that Qian Hongfeng's favorability is -15]

【Yan Luo:...】

Seeing that the favorability level that had finally risen up and then fell back down, Yan Luo shed tears of bitterness.It seems that the matter of improving favorability seems to be a long way to go.

Otherwise, he would draw a red line, and when he was happy, he would naturally think of him as a good master, or...send himself out?

"Master, have you ever heard a little tune?"

"what?"

The wind blew up his red clothes, and his long black hair was scattered on his shoulders. He suppressed the bitterness overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and smiled slightly.

"Then I'll hum it to Master, okay?"

Before Yan Luo could refuse, Qian Hongfeng put her hands behind her back and sang a brisk tune.

The young man's voice was pleasant, and with a gust of wind, he seemed to be walking between the ridges and ridges of the fields, watching the farmers planting and farming in the fields, and watching the peasant women laundering their clothes by the river.

Yan Luo walked beside the young man, listening to this ditty, for some reason, the tip of his nose was a little sore.

A scene seemed to emerge in his mind.It was a day of war, full of gunpowder and smoke, in the light of the fire, the boy's eyebrows and eyes were more mature than now, although his face was dirty, it was hard to hide the vividness in his face.He half-kneeled in the haystack in the field, half-embracing Lian Qing, who was dressed in white and looked gorgeous.

The unchanging white robe has long lost its original appearance. The meticulous black hair in the past is messy, the breath is unsteady, and the blood slips down the corner of the mouth, dripping into the dust, as if blooming one after another. .

"Master, don't sleep."

"Master, let me hum a song for you, okay?"

Amidst the chaotic sounds of war, the boy's voice was green and affectionate.

"This is the song my mother hummed to me when I was a child. After she died, I never heard it again, but I still remember it. This is the song of my hometown. Master, I want to go home."

The appearance in memory gradually changed into the youthful boy he is today. This song seemed to have turned into a wave of irony, which made Yan Luo's brows furrowed fiercely.

"Not nice."

Qian Hongfeng was not annoyed, she looked at the road ahead with her hands behind her back, and smiled slightly, "Then I'll change another one."

"Xiaoxuanchuang, Qiaojiao Niang, in the spring tent, turning red waves..."

"Qian Hongfeng!"

With a low heh, the young man's silver bell-like laughter slowly swayed in the forest.

"Master still looks better when he smiles."

It seems that as long as he is smiling, the person in front of him doesn't seem so disgusting.

Yan Luo remained silent with a sullen face.

Qian Hongfeng wanted to make him happy, but he couldn't. Seeing Qian Hongfeng trying so hard to pretend to be heartless was even more distressing.

The author has something to say: I have finally written this point. Brother Feng lost his horse in front of Yan Luo. Do I, Brother Feng, want to go on the road of revenge forever or... accept Yan Luo's sending me out? What about the declaration?

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