I'm putting on a vest

Even if I stop here, I can't stop. The moment Medea's outstretched hand touched the princess, the princess could feel the power of the fire of jealousy and love in her heart. She didn't hesitate or show mercy— —Now that I am almost burned to death by this flame, how can I care about others?

Medea's eyes are not so much the spirit, but rather the luster that symbolizes that she is still alive. Halfway through the stretching of the hand, the wrist was grabbed by Luanbu, but there was no burning in him, which she thought would be burning. Despite the flames, he still looked fine standing there, eyes on her.

His smile was a little weird.If it was what Medea thought, and Ranpo left because he couldn't accept what she did, then he wouldn't smile like this when they reunited.

He pulled her away.

Others watched them, wondering why the girl was led away by a cat.

"Let's run away." Ranpo said to Medea, "to escape to another world."

Medea didn't say anything, looking a little panicked.

As she walked, she turned her head, thinking that it was still time to go back, kill the princess, burn them all, and turn this island into a sea of ​​​​flames—those people who would bring her misfortune and the land that raised them are as horrific. Feel the hate.

Ranbu didn't seem to care at all that Medea didn't hear when he said these words.He spoke to her a second time, and Medea turned her gaze back.

She looked at Luanbu and found some small wounds - he couldn't take good care of himself when he was out in the wild.Her hand gently held his exposed skin, and when she withdrew her hand, the wound disappeared without a trace.

A slight smile appeared on Medea's face.

She still didn't answer.

Ranbu said it for the third time.

Medea looked at him for a few seconds before realizing what he said before and shaking her head.

She looked at Luanbu as if she were looking at an ignorant child.

"No," she said, "I can't do it. I can't escape."

"Have you ever seen the light?"

Medea said that at this time, the sun was shining on her body, and the white clothes were shining brightly. When she walked, the light and shadow spread with the wrinkles, just like the waves wrapped around her body.

As she spoke, as if to show the light on her body, she quickly stepped forward a few steps, turned around and walked towards him, her eyes fell on Medea's body, and the light left a gap on her white skin. Traces, illuminated there more transparently than the rest of the skin hidden under the shadows,

"It was Venus who stabbed me with light as the medium of his arrows."

"Love is like light covering everything in the world, even the shadow is attached to the light. Even my hatred comes from the magic of that love."

"I killed my brother, I killed my husband's uncle, and if the dream continues, I will kill my children. But I don't regret it at all, because if there is only one way in front of you , then you can only go all the way to the end?"

"It's like light can't be bent."

she said, smiling with seeming interest.

Her hands were placed on Luanbu's cheeks, which lacked warmth, and were not warmed by the young man's body temperature when placed on his skin. It was like ice that would not melt soon, constantly absorbing his body temperature, chaotically. Bu felt that the place where he was touched had become a little numb.

He shook his head to dispel this feeling, and pulled Medea's hand forcefully.

If the cheeks can't be warm, what about the whole hug?Ranbu hugged her arm tightly like a girl shopping with her boyfriend.

Medea smiled at him troubledly, but still walked with him along the seashore.

The waves swept the beach, and they would sometimes step on shells. Usually, Luanbu would be very excited to pick up those shells, wash them, and store them, but now he has no interest and kicks the sand with his feet.

"Don't talk about that." He said, and raised his head to look at her seriously.

"It's not about the light, it's not about the gods, it's about yourself, don't you want to run away?"

"Of course love is very happy, but that person hasn't made you happy either."

Medea nodded.

"I have committed more sins than any woman in my hometown these days. They are out of animal instincts that they cannot resist, and I am out of love. Obviously it is love that is most respected by gods and humans, but I have done it Even more sinful things than them, I wonder if there are some problems when human beings are created?"

"Even if I can leave my husband, the fire of love won't burn so fiercely when I can't see him, and it won't make my heart feel like it's cooked. I'm relieved, but those people I killed What should we do?"

"My dead brother was torn into pieces by me and thrown into the sea. What should he do? He should curse me, will he have to kill him again then?"

Medea asked softly, what she said was more cruel than what she said in a roar, Ranbu looked at her without blinking, without any injury.

After she finished speaking, he blinked and didn't hear the next words after two seconds, so he knew she had finished speaking.

Luanbu nodded, and held her arm even more forcefully, making the two of them look at each other.

His eyes stared straight into the depths of her heart, allowing her to see through the burning belief in her heart.

"Then kill him again." He said loudly, "No matter how many times!"

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"Did the system add drama to him...?"

[How do I know that his reaction is wrong! 】