Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Chapter 157 1 green smoked ink dye (26)

"..." Lu Jian didn't look back, and his right eyelid twitched inexplicably.

She felt the faint chill coming from her back and had some goosebumps.

"I'm not looking at anyone." She pursed her lips lightly, touched her nose, and answered a little coquettishly.

"Madam." He suddenly spoke and repeated, "I am not a half-hearted person."

"I know." She held the window lattice and turned slightly. The arc was very small, but she could see his expression with a side glance.

Since the first world, adults have not fallen in love with anyone else.

She has not been an emotionally sensitive person since she was a child, and cannot judge a person's mood based on subtle movements.

But she could detect the mother's obvious disregard and disgust.

Because it's obvious that she's not stupid.

She can also detect the gentleness of adults.

It is the gentleness that moistens things silently.

So she was still thinking about it at first.

Why……

Why are gods so gentle?

She has already understood that once a god has emotions, it will directly affect the timing of the world.

It was like a heavy snowfall in July that year.

But tenderness is clearly not an emotion. Why would he tear his soul apart and make himself as cold as frost and snow?

She didn't understand any of it.

When she went down to the small world, she just wanted to collect the remaining souls of adults as soon as possible.

She admitted that it was because of the sudden change in the attitude of the adults towards her that she was somewhat angry, and she always selfishly wanted to take revenge on the remnant soul.

but……

She lowered her head, her eyes gradually became wet and red, and there was an inexplicable sourness at the tip of her nose. The astringent feeling started from the bottom of her heart and spread to her limbs, as if all the strength in her body was being drained.

She knew she was in no position to do so.

She is just a subordinate now.

Sometimes she wonders.

Does the fact that Remnant Soul likes her mean that she is even slightly different from adults?

No.

God treats all living beings fairly.

God has his own responsibilities.

Chaos gave him the power to create the world, and also gave him the mission of protecting the common people.

"Do you like me?"

She asked about the remnant soul and the split thoughts, her voice was soft, as if it would be easily blown away by the wind, revealing her weakness and paleness.

Like a drowning person grasping the hope of life, it is not the hysteria of exhausting life, but the fragile fragility, the deep uneasiness and trembling.

"certainly"

His voice was soft, and his silver pupils held a slight smile, soft, like pear blossoms in spring, which could always soothe people's hearts easily.

His eyes were crooked, and when he held her, he seemed to be comforting a young child.

That was the adult before the split. He was always gentle and indulgent to her, and his silver pupils seemed to be able to hold everything in the world.

But when he looked at her, his glass-like eyes were clear and clean, leaving everything behind except her.

She... likes to be watched like that.

She's just so selfish.

I don’t want to give the people and things I like to others.

I don't want you to see the people in the world. Whether they are destroyed or alive has nothing to do with me. I only care about you.

No one in the world is more devoted to you than I am.

She bit her lower lip tightly, and her eyes were filled with thick mist, which almost blurred her vision and became distorted, as if she had entered another world.

"Husband~"

With the miserable singing, Zhengdan fell down on the stage and stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Husband, look back at me~"

Tears flowed silently across her cheeks, along her chin, and dripped onto his hand.

Yes, on his hands.

Because two hands suddenly appeared in her sight, dragging her cheeks and asking her to raise her head.

She sniffed and saw the face that was so familiar that it could be carved into her bones. She bit her lower lip, but her tears were silent and flowed even more fiercely.

He looked directly into her wet red eyes, slightly lowering his eyelashes, "Did I do something wrong?"

Why are you crying?

Do you like that person?

There was a tiny pain in his heart, as if it could suffocate him.

Then you should have ignored me when I was pretending to be drunk, and you should have refused my advances and intimacy.

No, you may have other reasons to accept it.

But why are you crying?

Neither I nor he are worthy of your tears.

because……

He will feel bad.

Even so, he would still feel distressed.

For no reason, he also felt aggrieved, as if he was about to be abandoned, and full of uneasiness.

"you have not."

Sir, I did something wrong.

It was me who overstepped my bounds.

It's me who has made things difficult for you.

Her voice was a little hoarse, and her slender porcelain-white fingers covered his palm, seeming to emit a white light.

Maybe it’s the moonlight, the purer it is, the brighter it is, the more unforgettable it is.

"I don't want to fall in love with anyone." She choked.

So sad.

She will feel as broken as falling into an abyss because of a person's eyes, actions, attitude, and alienation.

The person in front of her slowly held her in his arms and patted her back, seemingly coaxing her.

The voice is soft and gentle, like the sunshine in spring, making people feel extremely comfortable and warm, "Me too."

So do I.

She seemed to tremble, and her last voice was trembling, "My lord?"

Lu Jian wanted to push him away, but he didn't dare, so he could only grab his clothes, his knuckles turning white with force.

Jiang Xiqing stroked her hair, and her pupils had turned into a light silver color, like the Milky Way, seeming to be flowing with tiny bits of starlight.

His voice was soft, "But I don't agree with your statement."

"..." She just put her head on his chest, quietly and didn't speak.

Because of the angle at which she lowered her head, tears dripped directly onto her clothes, soaking them all.

"Like is a good emotion." He hugged her tightly, his voice seemed a little astringent, "It's the emotion I least regret having."

"Jianjian." He called her warmly.

"Remember, okay?"

"I exiled myself to the universe, not because of disgust, but because of the responsibility of having to oppress."

"sorry."

Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to speak.

She wanted to tell him that wasn't the case.

You don't need to apologize to me.

You are not wrong.

But what overflowed her throat were choked sobs and tears stained with strong grievance.

Jiang Xiqie gently pressed her shoulder, lowered her eyes, and wiped away her tears with her sleeves. She did not dare to meet his eyes and always looked away from him.

The gentle beauty stretched out her hand, caressed her cheek with her cold white slender fingers, and inserted her other hand into her hair to hold her in place.

The gentleness did not make her feel any discomfort.

The gentle gaze also fell along with the hair, and the lips kissed her gently, prying her lips apart, and kissed her carefully, which was intimacy and comfort.

"Love me, okay?"

Can you be brave for me?

I know that my request is very rude, and you can give up at any time, because you have to endure "Jiang Xicheng's" alienation, indifference, and words that reject people thousands of miles away.

but……

The god lowered his eyes with some bitterness.

Small words flowed from her lips. Under the moonlight and neon lights, her pupils shrank slightly, and she found that the ends of his eyes were stained with wet red, as if he was about to cry.

"Please."

Please.

I beg you.

The sadness of separation is really overwhelming me.