Zongman: Being the leader in the wild world

"Prince of Water?!"

The appearance of Prince Water was indeed unexpected, and it was no wonder that Luo Li was shocked. However, Mo Yu did not seem to be in such a good mood, although she still kept smiling.

Many people in the fairyland knew that Mo Yu had a grudge against Lingxi Pavilion. She didn't have much fairy power left in her body. If she fought with Prince Water later, she would definitely lose. But she couldn't panic at this time. Although she didn't panic, she was just clearly aware of the possible consequences.

With Prince Water's help in suppressing the backlash, Wang Mo's pale face soon improved and his breathing became stable.

"Water...Prince?" Wang Mo's voice was very soft. The injury he had suffered previously could not be healed so quickly.

Prince Water held her waist and gently put her down, but he did not let go of her hand. He asked gently, "How do you feel? Are you okay?"

Wang Mo held her messy head and said, "I'm fine. Thank you, Prince Shui... By the way, Prince Shui, why are you here?"

Prince Water took her hand and tapped her palm with his fingers. A blue water mark appeared. He said, "The water mark told me that you were in danger, so I came here."

"Eh?"

Seeing her confused look, Prince Water explained it carefully. He said, "I can find you through the water mark, and water is invisible, so I can travel freely."

Wang Mo looked at his palm and nodded, not quite understanding.

The two of them did not avoid others during their interaction, and many people present saw it. Mo Yu still had an expression as if he was watching a show, but Dazai Osamu did not look very good at the moment.

He asked, “Who is that guy?”

This slightly resentful tone surprised Mo Yu. She turned to look at Dazai Osamu and said, "You care about her too?"

Dazai looked up at her without saying anything. Mo Yu raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a smile. In the end, it was Dazai who looked away first.

"Tsk! Why are so many people so interested in that human? What is so attractive about her?"

"…What is their relationship?" Dazai Osamu suddenly asked.

"It doesn't matter. At most, I care more about the relationship with each other." Mo Yu told the truth.

"So you mean the relationship hasn't been confirmed yet?" Dazai Osamu grasped the key point.

Mo Yu's temples throbbed when she heard that. She asked incredulously, "Why, you want to be her boyfriend?"

Dazai Osamu: “…Not really.”

Mo Yu: "You hesitated."

Dazai Osamu: "...Okay, I admit that I do care about Xiaobai a little, but not to that extent."

Mo Yu: "What's the reason?"

Dazai Osamu: "It seems that we are not yet at a point where we can be honest with each other?"

Mo Yu: "...Ah, that's true."

.........

"Saving people won't bring you any benefits, why do you still insist on saving them?" Dazai Osamu asked puzzledly.

This happened during the period when Wang Mo lost his memory. Wang Mo was saving people again, but the person he saved was not Dazai Osamu, but a child who fell into the water.

How did Wang Mo answer him at that time?

What she seemed to say was: "Because life is worth it!"

Is life... worth it...

"But what if that person committed suicide?" Dazai Osamu asked this question even though he already knew Wang Mo's answer.

"What's the difference?" Wang Mo looked at him with her bright and pure eyes without a trace of impurities and said, "Whether it's suicide, homicide, or an accident, it's all life that's lost. For example, the child who fell into the water today, I don't know if he committed suicide or was murdered, but if it was suicide, after rescuing him and giving him good advice, and he gave up the idea of ​​suicide, then this world has one more person who wants to live well."

"But if it was murder, then I should have gone to save him. How could I let the bad guys succeed? This is even more true if it was an accident. I can't just stand by and watch someone die. Every life has its own beauty. If there is no life, everything will be frozen and eventually disappear."

"And, most importantly, I also want to be someone who holds an umbrella for others. Although my memory is very vague, I vaguely remember that someone helped me. I don't remember what it was, but I still remember how I felt at that time. It was a very warm feeling, just like falling into the cold seabed, in the suffocating and cold despair, suddenly falling into a warm embrace!"

“That’s what a resurgence is like. I hope that those who receive my help can also experience the same feeling as me!”