Conan's winery play house

Chapter 520 Ley Who Was Finally Remembered
Bourbon leaned against the wall, smiling with great interest.

"That's right, Tequila has this kind of personality. The more you hit him, the more he loves you." He rubbed his chin with one hand, and said with a smile, his tone was serious and like a joke.

Ireland cast a warning glance at Bourbon.

"Don't teach him such things." He covered Ato's ears.

It's better for children not to listen to such things.

In case you are curious, if you have to ask why, it is very troublesome to explain why a masochist is a masochist.

And... Tequila isn't a masochist either, Bourbon is just talking nonsense.

There is no need to listen to nonsense.

"Okay, okay, worrying Irish dad." Bourbon raised his hands with a bored look on his face.

But soon he showed an ambiguous smile:

"Want to come to sleep in my room, Ivy?"

Ireland directly ignored Bourbon and returned to the room with the boy in his arms.

Not surprisingly, Bourbon restrained his smile.

Ireland's approach was as he expected, and to be honest, he was a bit strange.

Ireland is a bit too nice to Aveklear, almost like the attitude of Avekleel's own father.

Treat Aveklear like an ordinary child, and even fear that Bourbon will teach him badly.

He clearly knew that Aviklier could beat Tequila into such a state that life would be worse than death.

What a weird guy.

But... maybe it was controlled by that little monster Aveklear.

They are already monsters, so this kind of thing must be possible.

While thinking about it, Bourbon retreated to the room, looked at the new bed that no one had used, heaved a sigh of relief, and then lay down on it without hesitation.

He doesn't like things used by others, except for stolen ones.

Ireland put Aito on the bed and sat down, looked into the boy's eyes, and stroked the boy's hair weakly.

"Don't be like bourbon." His tone was full of complexity.

Aveklear will grow up sooner or later.

Will not always be as ignorant as now.

But if he becomes a frivolous, rich boy-like dude like Bourbon...

For example, with a frivolous smile, wearing a v-neck shirt or a Cuban-neck shirt that exposes the chest, asking people with an ambiguous smile if they want to sleep together at night...

When Ireland thought of such a scene, he felt that his sanity was gradually breaking down.

Rather than that, it would be better...

He stared at the young man with slightly deep eyes, as if he was in a duel with himself, struggling with something in his heart.

"If only you would never change..." he whispered.

The white-haired and blue-eyed boy looked at him half-understood.

never change...?
Mom and Dad said the same thing.

"If you won't grow up, I won't grow old, we won't change, if it's always like this, it's fine..." Ireland bent down and hugged him and said in a low voice, with a complicated tone.

Maybe Aveklear will leave him when he grows up, and even if he doesn't...they will part sooner or later.

There is nothing permanent in the world.

Pisco will grow old and die.

Ireland will too.

People will eventually lose their cherished existence little by little.

But Aveklear couldn't understand Ireland.

No matter how emotional and complicated Ireland is, Avek Leer still can't empathize with the other party, or even understand.

For him, death is not the end.

The boundary between life and death is not obvious to him.

And for him who is immortal, aging is also something that does not need to be thought about.

"But I also hope to see you grow up, if I can still appear by your side at that time..." Ireland continued in a low voice.

He didn't want Avik Lear to change, but also wanted to see what he looked like when he grew up.

People are always so greedy, and he is no exception.

"Yes, Uncle Ireland will always be by my side." Aito could respond to Ireland's words, he hugged her back and said softly with a smile.

Because Uncle Ireland loved him very much, even if he died, he would still be willing to stay by his side.

"...hope so," Ireland sighed.

He couldn't make a promise.

Unfulfilled promises mean cheating.

"Why did you take off the gloves?" he asked, looking at Ato's hand.

"There was an accident, the glove broke..." Aituo also looked at his hands, and explained easily and naturally.

There were no wounds on his hands, and no blood remained.

"I still have a lot of gloves," he said with a smile.

Sister Mingmei, Sister Zhibao, and Junnarick all gave him a lot in the past. Sister Mingmei bought things from outside, while sisters Zhibao and Junnarick gave them homemade ones.

The gloves made for him with materials provided by the organization are of much better quality than most gloves.

"That's good." Ireland didn't feel relieved after seeing the marks left by the accident on the boy.

Their dinner was settled in the room, prepared by Robert and brought to the room.

Because there was a tequila lying in the living room, Bourbon and Ireland were not very willing to go downstairs to eat.

After falling asleep, Aito's soul entered the system space.

After this period of time, if Brother Ley sees him again, he should love him even more.

He appeared in a pitch-black space, and saw a pitch-black figure in a pitch-black corner.

As if being gradually eroded by the dark space, the other party was lying on the ground, his long black hair blending into the space.

Only fair faces can be seen.

Ley was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had lost consciousness.

"Brother Ley?" Aito walked to the other side.

In this space, his footsteps sounded very clear.

But the figure on the ground didn't respond at all.

It's like a hamster that was kept in a cage and was found dead in the cage.

He knelt down and touched each other's face, and he could feel the temperature of each other's souls when their souls touched each other.

Ley's face was cold, but Aito's hand was warm.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Seeing that the other party was lying motionless, he also lay down on his stomach, with his arms under his chin, and asked doubtfully and aggrieved.

The man with long black hair struggled to open his eyes, the dark green eyes were less indifferent, but more complicated.

It seemed that the green of the eyes had become darker and treacherous.

"...I seem to be blind, and I can't speak anymore." He looked at the darkness above, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth slowly.

If a person stays in the dark for a long time, he will lose the desire to speak, and in the end he will become a walking dead, losing his human instincts.

Day and night, all I saw was darkness, and there was no sound.

At one time, people felt that they had lost their vision and hearing, and could only live in the silent darkness.

It was cold and dead silent.

So he subconsciously grasped the only thing that appeared around him that was hot, made sound, and could even be regarded as the existence of a light source.

"Don't leave me again..." His tone was inexplicably low.

"...I'm going to go crazy..." The body trembled unconsciously, and the pupils dilated subconsciously.

It was a look that even he himself didn't know what he was talking about.

He said that he would go crazy, but it seemed that he was already crazy.

(End of this chapter)