Good guy, please let me go

In this very puzzling occasion, it is necessary to have a person who can calmly analyze various forms. When Shi Jiuji was in a daze, a thin and distressed figure gradually appeared in front of them.

Binding the pierced arm with the crushed cloth strips, Feng Yang Zhixi was so embarrassed that he knelt down on his knees, with one hand drooping weakly, and the other holding the sword to support his precarious body.

It's not hard to imagine how much scuffle Feng Yangzhixi went through when the three were chaotic just now.Fighting has always been the main theme of fantasy novels, and it is the favorite and most anticipated drama of fantasy readers.But when the protagonist of the fantasy genre was not a character on paper, but a person of flesh and blood, Shi Jiuji admitted that he felt distressed.

Because of distress, he felt a little resentful towards the author in his heart, because of the author's personal bad taste, the protagonist would suffer one kind of mutation, but just because of the author's words, the protagonist would have to endure a lot.

Shi Jiuji felt that his mentality had changed.

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Feng Yang Zhixi's whole person is decadent, but her purple eyes, covered by the scattered hair on her forehead, are full of vigor.Got it, the holy medicine for healing, Qingming Pill.

"Got it, you can be fine." Proud, confident, and a childish voice with a hint of joy, Feng Yangzhixi said to Shi Jiuji.

The warmth, the warmth of being cared for.Nuan Nuan, who has never been loved by anyone, caused a small wave in Shi Jiuji's heart.

Shi Jiuji has always been very optimistic, but he has never told anyone that he is an orphan, just like Feng Yangzhixi.When he was about 14 years old, in junior high school, at the age of laughing with his deskmate, one day a relative whom he hadn’t seen for a long time suddenly rushed into his classroom, hugged him and said, “It’s okay, everything will pass.”

Yes, everything will pass and everything will be fine.But at that time, it was almost unbearable to refuse the help of relatives, alone.No matter how painful it is, I will not cry, and I will be sympathized by others when I hide in a corner, so I live strong and say that I want to live a good life alone.

If you want to be like everyone else, the result will not be exactly the same.This kind of mood, Mengzhu can understand, although he has never said it.

"Yeah, it'll be fine." Pulling the corners of his stiff mouth, he revealed a hopeful smile.

Because of the backlight, and because of the dark bloodstain on his forehead, Feng Yang Zhixi didn't actually see Shi Jiuji's expression clearly, but knew that the faint uneasiness in his heart suddenly disappeared.