The Puppet
" Assassins?!"
The woman's almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened, and shock instantly swept across her entire beautiful face like vines!
String Kite narrowed its long and narrow eyes coldly and laughed in a low voice,"
"What's wrong? Are you regretting it?"
She asked faintly with a hint of sarcasm. After a short pause, she changed the topic and resumed her usual indifference.
"Are you familiar with the name Zhiming?”
Zhiming, Zhiming…
What kind of emptiness was behind these two words…
Now, even if it was just such a common mention, she would unconsciously be affected by some sadness.
If she really had to say it, it would probably only be these two words that would make her Core Spirit realize that the hundred years of loneliness was like…a shackle on her neck, suffocating her…
After a brief shock, the woman calmly forced herself to regain her senses.
"No, I can't! Impossible! How could you be Shi Zhiming? Two hundred years ago, Zhiming had already disappeared!! You're lying…"
He's bright.
Two hundred years ago, in the Demon Realm, what kind of terrifying existence was that?!
How could the merciless and cold killer holding the Blood Glass Sword be the elegant and beautiful Flower Devil in front of him?
Moreover, he had disappeared for two hundred years. How could he meet Zhiming so coincidentally?!
"You don't believe me…"
The String Kite couldn't help but lower its head and croon. Its half-covered pupils and slightly trembling eyelashes…It was so sad, so lonely, so poignant…
Her seductive face had already drawn out another alluring scene.
The mermaid woman did not notice the strangeness of the child she was risking her life to protect:
His pure and beautiful eyes were already filled with water vapor. If it wasn't for that reason, he would have walked over and gently held her hand, telling her," He believed her!
No matter what she said, he would believe her!
Seeing that String Kite had been looking down and not saying a word, the woman seemed to have felt something strange in her body. She could no longer care about it, and a faint smile of despair appeared on her pale face.
"I can't care. So what if it's Zhiming? Please, help me…take good care of Huan Yue. You must…take good care of him! No matter what happens, please don't abandon him…"
Vaguely hiding the deeper meaning in her words, the woman slowly squatted down stiffly. Her slender hands were trembling uncontrollably as she gently caressed her face. She was extremely reluctant to part with her, silently announcing her parting…
Seeing this, String Kite turned around and walked towards the door calmly, leaving the room for them.
Only when she saw the bright red robe disappear behind the door from the corner of her eye did the woman take a deep breath and cast the last barrier in her life!
Her trembling fingertips caressed Huan Yue's soft hair longingly. A gentle and doting smile bloomed on the woman's face, like the warm sun, and it was a complete reversal of the pain from before.
"Young Master, I'm afraid…I won't be able to protect you anymore! I really don't want to hand you over to a stranger just like this…
If the situation permits, if it permits…I would rather entrust you to an ordinary family.
Even if this flower demon was not an assassin, it was not an ordinary demon.
Haha…
The young master was not young anymore. He should have his own judgment in many things…
Don't cry…If possible, I hope to protect you in my next life…"
Her voice was weak and powerless, but she still endured the discomfort in her body. After saying what she wanted to say, she said to her most respected young master,"
Her gaze was so careful and gentle, as if she was looking at a fragile, beautiful bubble…
A thick mist rose from the eyes of the Mystic Moon once again. This time, it rolled out uncontrollably, and a strange whimpering sound came from his throat.
She carefully wiped the moisture from his eyes. Although the woman's words were a little intermittent and a little attached, they gradually became serious.
"Young Master, you have to remember that regardless of whether she asks you for this necklace or not, you can't give it to her, and you can't leave it with you!
It…cough cough…can protect the young master from harm…
It's the most precious treasure of the Qing Yu Tribe…
You must also not say anything about our family!
Finally, unless it is absolutely necessary…you must never tell anyone…you, are a…"
By the end of her sentence, the woman had no more strength to continue. As a result, the last few words became unclear and difficult to understand.
However, Fantasy Moon still nodded with tears in his eyes. As the sound of sobbing gradually grew louder, he struggled to help the woman who was about to fall to the ground. In the end, because of his small body, he could only cry helplessly on her body!
She struggled, and even though her throat was burning with pain, she still managed to say the last sentence. It was hoarse and fuzzy, with…the last bit of warmth she could offer…
" Young Master, don't cry…Your tears, they should be…reserved for the things that you…value the most…"
People…
" Wuuu…Wuuuu…Wuuu…"
The child roared with difficulty, using his own method to vent the pain deep within his core spirit! He wanted to cry out, but in the end, he could only let his tears roll out of his red and swollen eyes and disappear into the sea! He sobbed and fell to the ground. It was as if his soul had been taken away at that moment, leaving only his empty eyes that were constantly flowing with invisible tears...
The enchantment melted with the woman's death, and her fishtail was revealed with the death of the Core Spirit. A beam of silver light spread out from her body and slowly covered her entire body. After the silver light flashed, what lay there was no longer her body, but…an exquisite doll, a doll with the face of an angel…
She used the last of her magical power to turn herself into a doll, an exquisite doll with the same appearance as the illusory moon. This was the last thing she could do for him…
He stared blankly at this sudden change. For a moment, he actually forgot to cry. He only sniffed with his small red nose and picked up the doll on the ground. He carefully hugged it in front of his chest, and his lifeless eyes stared blankly at the place where she disappeared.
"Chi…"
Behind his ears, he heard the clear sound of burning flesh.
He quivered and turned around in a daze.
Her bright eyes were dazzled by a dazzling red light.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, but they immediately widened again!
The slender red figure had appeared behind him at some point in time. In her fair jade-like palm, she held a blood-red sword. The sword was burning with blood-like flames. At this moment, scarlet blood was flowing along the sword and slowly dripping to the ground.
In front of her, a black-clothed merman corpse lay peacefully.
In fact, before he could even feel pain, he had already died…
Wasn't that…the person who chased after them a few days ago?
Fantasy Moon was afraid but still looked at String Kite with tears in confusion.
The latter was still indifferent as she looked into his clear eyes without any emotion.
"If you don't want to die, forget my identity as an assassin!”
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