The falseness on Luo Qing's face was dissipating. He knew that with the intelligence of a girl, his performance in District 13 was still too outstanding, and he was completely different from the Luo Qing they had always thought.
And he should have thought of it a long time ago, no, or rather, he had already thought of it, so he didn't wait for the girl to wake up.
But that is the magic collection, and that may be the only chance.
The silence lasted for a long time. Luo Qing looked up at the moon that was bending down again. It was November, and it had been more than two months since Xiaoyu came here.
There are only more than fifty days until the New Year's bell rings.
"Time flies so fast," Luo Qing murmured in a low voice with emotion.
"Let's meet, just in the park next to the antique store." Xiaoyu said in a complicated tone, and then hung up the phone.
Luo Qing looked at his phone and remained silent.
He pulled up his hood and hid his eyes. If all this was a arrangement and calculation,
But in the family atmosphere of Dad’s antique shop, is it really still a pure plan?
He stared at the sky again, looked at the crescent moon, and walked silently down the cliff mountain.
"Your Majesty the Princess seems to have discovered your identity."
At this time, the little body in blood-clothed clothes sat on his shoulder and said something gloating.
Judging from the frequency of her ankle shaking, she was in a pretty good mood.
After all, we have been chatting with the princess for a long time, and the princess discovered the abnormality of the perverted lolita. How can this not make the loli happy?
"I know" Luo Qing said lightly.
The light is too beautiful, maybe he is suitable to be a pure outsider? A saint who doesn’t need friends, doesn’t need beautiful, pure order!
"That way you won't be able to have such evil lolita thoughts about the princess. That's great. This is worth celebrating!" The little lolita in blood held Luo Qing's head with her right hand and said enthusiastically.
"I didn't have that idea at first, I'm just a friend." Luo Qing said calmly, reaching out to grab the dangling ankle, and said unhappily: "Shut up, either turn back into a tattoo, or stay here."
Xueyi curled his lips, turned into red light and attached to Luo Qing's left shoulder, and stopped talking.
Luo Qing thought for a while, took out the Rabbit Talisman, and exploded quickly.
——
Although eleven o'clock at night is not too late for a big city, the bustle of those nights is not in this small park.
The moonlight tonight seems to be particularly story-telling. The girl in the orange top is leaning against the wall, lowering her eyes, looking in a daze at a small grass at her feet that is trying to grow.
Actually, she was also very conflicted, which can be seen from the fact that she didn't tell her father and others about the translated version of the magic book. After all, this was her only friend.
Gentle, perfect, and very comfortable friend.
As long as she plays dumb, everything will be the same as usual, friends will still be friends, nothing will change.
But she still made the call. If this friend had always been false, then she would lose it no matter how reluctant she was to let him go.
It was her best effort not to show it in front of Chen Long and her father.
How could it be possible that the Shadow Queen's eyes could see nothing? It's just because the level of recovery is too low that I can't see clearly.
Otherwise, will Chen Long's approach really cause the Shadow Queen to explode completely?
"Xiaoyu."
Luo Qing's voice woke up Xiaoyu who was a little depressed.
She raised her head slightly and glanced at Luo Qing, who was wearing a hood. She forced a smile on her face, but failed.
She lowered her head again and murmured: "Sorry, I can see too many things in that state, and I have asked you more than once if you are hiding something from me."
"You said that even best friends need a little distance. I think it's right, and I've tried my best not to think too much about it."
Xiaoyu said and looked up at Luo Qing, then lowered her head: "But I am not alone."
Luo Qing also leaned against the wall and looked at the stars in the sky. He said in a relieved tone: "Do you want to hear my story?"
Without waiting for Xiaoyu's answer, Luo Qing began to narrate with a tone full of memories: "I did lie to you. In fact, I am not an orphan, and I was not even born in China."
"I once had a very happy family. Although my parents didn't have much money, they would take me out to play in Elk Park, amusement parks, and haunted houses every weekend. It seemed that there were different things waiting for me every weekend."
"I was really happy at that time, and the whole world was full of smiling faces. I felt that I was the happiest child in the world, and I was looking forward to the weekend all day long."
The smile on Luo Qing's face was very genuine at this moment, more genuine than ever before, and you could feel the joy from his heart.
"But, people say that happy times are always short-lived. Indeed, five or six years ago."
As he spoke, the smile on his face gradually softened and became expressionless: "I was ten years old that year. It was also a happy weekend. We came back from the paradise-like children's paradise again, but this time what greeted me was not the same as before. Beautiful dreams.”
"I don't know when a black man named David was sitting in the living room of my house. He held a pistol in his left hand and a dagger that was still bleeding in his right hand. He looked at the family of three returning from the trip with a sinister smile."
Luo Qing's breathing was slightly disordered, but it quickly returned to calmness, but his tone lacked some warmth.
Xiaoyu's face no longer felt entangled and lonely, but turned abnormally pale. She didn't want to listen anymore.
"What happened that day, I was only ten years old at the time and didn't actually understand that much. I only knew that my parents told me to run away from that warm home and run as far as possible."
"I was obedient as always and kept running until the heavy footsteps approached."
There was no trace of emotion in Luo Qing's tone. He was like a machine that only knew what to broadcast, which made Xiaoyu extremely uncomfortable.
Xiaoyu didn't expect to hear such an answer. She murmured in disbelief: "Stop talking, I don't want to know anything anymore."
Luo Qing did not finish. He looked at Xiaoyu and continued indifferently: "The next thing is... pain, very painful, pain that hurts to the core. I fell on a rainy night, feeling the passage of life."
"But it was also that rainy night. My master passed by. He was a very cold person, but he seemed to see me as pitiful or something else. I miraculously survived." Luo Qing's voice fluctuated a little.
But he continued to state: "I am very grateful to my master, and I try my best to please my master, because I know that I have nothing."
"I started studying hard. I don't know if it was because of the heavy injuries on that rainy night. My health was really bad. Even with Master's magic to nurse me back to health, my body was still half-dead and I couldn't even study. magic."
"I felt like a waste. I thought Master would give up on me, but he didn't."
"So, I searched for the reason for my body in ancient books, because the master said that my physique is very special, so special that he can't see any traces before it is activated."
"After nearly five years of searching, I read countless ancient and modern books, and finally, two months ago, I found my problem."
Luo Qing looked at the increasingly pale girl and asked softly: "Do you still remember what dad said two months ago? He said that I should have died five years ago."
"And I am a ghost who should have died but is still lingering!"
Luo Qing's eyes turned pure black, and the evil spirit's vision was activated, and he looked into her mist-filled eyes: "The eyes of ghosts can see many things, and I see in you what makes me live. Opportunity, I also want to explain everything, but... I am a ghost!"
Xiaoyu looked into Luo Qing's pure black eyes. She didn't have the slightest fear, she just looked at it with tearful eyes. Although she had already seen the blood in the world, for a kind girl, everything Luo Qing said was too much. It's heavy.
"You only need to ask Blake about the black massacre in San Francisco five years ago, and the victim named Luo will know that I did approach you with a purpose, and I kept it hidden from you."
Luo Qing took two steps back and bowed slightly: "Maybe ghosts shouldn't think about anything. I'm sorry, I won't do it anymore."
With that said, he turned around and walked away.
Behind him, rapid footsteps sounded. Xiaoyu quickly approached and hugged him from behind, and said in a very anxious voice: "No, we are best friends, always have been!"
Luo Qing paused and said nothing, just looking at a swing in front of him in a daze. He should be happy now, because everything is going in the direction he expected again, but
"Yes, we are your friends too." A somewhat gentle middle-aged voice sounded.
Luo Qing was stunned and turned his head sharply. Dad, Tru, and Chen Long walked out from behind a house at some point and smiled at him.
At this moment, Luo Qing was completely stunned, and the emotion in his eyes hidden under the hood was inexplicable.
Xiaoyu was also stunned, sniffed, let go of Luo Qing and asked with some embarrassment: "Uncle Long, why are you here too?"
Chen Long came closer, touched Xiaoyu's head, and said gently: "How can a little girl run around in the middle of the night? Of course we have to follow her out and have a look. San Francisco has not been peaceful recently."
After speaking, he turned to look at Luo Qing, his eyes still gentle: "As for Luo Qing, cheating is wrong, but since you have a reason for what happened, let's not do it again."
The father's eyes were also gentle. He just said, how could he see it wrong with his eyesight? It was a corpse!
"Okay, I understand, thank you, Uncle Long." Luo Qing suddenly smiled with relief. He was already cautious about surviving in this world. Why did he work so hard?
Dad’s Antique Shop is such a kind family, why can’t they be true friends?
This is a real world!
There is a truth that says that happy time is always short-lived. A vigorous dragon roar cut through the sky and solidified the atmosphere in the field instantly.
Luo Qing looked up and immediately saw a fire dragon soaring into the sky, dropping something from the sky, and then disappeared.
"Holy Lord!" The father's tone was full of solemnity: "Tru, go back and get the magic weapon, quickly!"
"Okay sir!" Tru said and started to leave.
"Wait!" But he was stopped by Luo Qing. He looked at the slowly falling light with serious eyes. The evil spirit vision was activated again. In an instant, his eyes stung, and the evil spirit vision was forced to close.
Luo Qing murmured solemnly: "There is also a high-level evil spirit, very strong!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air became suddenly moist, and a drop of bitingly cold rain fell from the sky and landed on Luo Qing's shoulder.
A terrifying sense of oppression came instantly, making his shoulders sink slightly!
Um, is this one too heavy? But I thought, if I really can't find it, I feel very stupid.
If you don't like it, I will try to avoid this kind of heavy stuff in the future.
(End of chapter)
