【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Guardian? Xiaocha is..." Wan Ye looked at the girl hesitantly, not wanting the wanderer to speak first.

"Oh, it's just a child that she and I raised together," the wanderer turned to the girl, "Why don't you introduce me?"

"Ah?" Regarding the wanderer's explanation of tea in the village, the girl always felt that something was strange. However, after thinking about it carefully, the facts were not different from what he said, so the girl just nodded and pointed at him with her palm. Manyo, "His name is Maplehara Manyo. He is a friend I met on the Death Star. He takes good care of me."

"this......"

When the homeless man was introduced, the girl paused.

Oops, he doesn't have a fixed name.

However, the wanderer didn't care about the girl's unnatural pause. He just looked at the other person with a strange expression:

"Maplehara Manyo?"

Wanyo felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the wanderer, but his good upbringing did not allow him to show his discomfort. He just nodded:

"Yes, that's right. I don't know what to call this gentleman?"

"...Amao," the wanderer stared at Wanyo's face, "just call me Amao."

Things are not quite right with the Rangers.

The girl thought for a moment and suddenly remembered a very important piece of information——

Maplehara Manyo is a descendant of Niwa.

If you look closely at Manyo's facial features, you can also find some traces of Niwa.

"Well," the girl didn't care about anything else and grabbed the wanderer's wrist, "Wanyo, Hatao and I still have something to discuss. See you later."

"Huh? Well, see you later."

The feet were soft, with some hot sand, and the girl's touch was on his wrists, but the wanderer only felt a dazed silence in his head.

"Are you okay?"

The steps were a little hurried, and the girl's breathing was a little disordered. However, she was eager to confirm the current state of the wanderer, and she didn't even take a deep breath before asking.

"What's wrong with me?" the wanderer casually took his wrist out of the girl's hand, "but our 'heartthrob' lady, will you blame me for disturbing your appointment..."

"enough!"

The girl walked quickly to the front of the wanderer, stretched out her hand and straightened his head, which was deliberately tilted to one side instead of facing her:

"Look at me...Xiaobai."

"This is the old name," the wanderer looked down at the angry girl and said calmly, "Don't call me that?"

"Past?...Have you passed?"

The girl was so angry that she grabbed the collar of the wanderer and pressed her whole body towards him. The wanderer didn't expect this. His feet were unstable and suppressed by the girl's power. His whole body hit the wall and let out a dull sound. Loud noise. ,

The girl's steps were unsteady due to the impact, and her whole body fell on top of the wanderer. However, she had no time to adjust, and immediately raised her head and questioned the wanderer:

"You clearly remember everything!"

The suppressed person is clearly a homeless person, but the one with red eyes and aggrieved eyes is a girl:

"You just don't want to admit it, you don't want to admit me, you don't want to admit those days, you don't want to admit our relationship -"

"What's our relationship?"

The wanderer sneered:

"Speak, Miss Savior, what is our relationship?"

"Of course we... of course..."

The girl said, somehow lacking in confidence.

Although she was at least 80% sure that the wanderer remembered that time - but what if?

To take a step back, even if he did remember, it seemed that she was not the one with the right to question him.

"...Sorry, I was so excited."

As the girl spoke, she slowly loosened her grip on the homeless man's collar. Her palms became red from being squeezed by the fabric, and even her gradually liberated fingertips began to feel numb due to excessive exertion.

"What, are you feeling guilty?"

The wanderer grabbed the girl's wrist:

"Why didn't you say anything? That you lured me into taking the bait, that you left again and again, that you were wishful thinking and that you barged into my life arrogantly——"

"Why didn't you say these?"

The wanderer got close to the girl's face. There was clearly a smile on her face, but her tone was trembling, angry, and frightened.

"I......"

The series of questions left the girl at a loss. Tears rolled down her cheeks unconsciously, and finally fell into her collar:

"Sorry...I don't want to-"

"You don't want those things to happen, and you don't want me to experience those things - who are you, Miss Savior of the World?"

"Yes, I admit it. I do remember everything. Not only do I remember everything, I also experienced everything. Do you understand?"

Ever since that time, when he forcibly fought for control of his body, his independent consciousness was slowly disappearing, and finally, on the most ordinary day, he merged into the consciousness of the "Qingqi One".

So, he once again experienced the past that was unbearable for him to look back on.

He has experienced the happiness and warmth; he has also experienced the pain and betrayal.

Having lost God's perspective, he is just like countless ordinary people, who become the driver of their own misery in their fate.

"Stop pretending to save something, miss."

The wanderer looked at the girl's tears and finally failed to control his heart. Unavoidably, he softened from the bottom of his heart.

He closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief to prevent his emotions from completely collapsing:

"Don't break into my life again."

Yes, no matter what period he was in, the girl was an unreasonable intruder.

She first entered every aspect of his life, then took over his heart, and even made his body inevitably remember him. Then, this intruder would leave again as suddenly as she entered, leaving He faces life without her alone.

No, even for the admirers at that time, there was a question——

Is the life after she leaves still called life?

He doesn't feel like it.

Because he has never experienced the kind of stability and happiness that belongs to the most ordinary life.

"Life" left with the girl's departure.

She was the robber who stole his life.

Does he hate her?

I'm afraid that kind of feeling cannot be called hate - although it is as unforgettable as hatred, but he doesn't want to make any revenge. He just wants to stay away from her - away from the feeling of abandonment.

After all, who can tell clearly when she will, again, take away the "life" he has finally built?