animal ears

? Is it a lie?

Are you kidding me?

Reason issued such a warning in his mind, but his sincere gaze made him believe it.

His eyes, like the sun, warmed his frozen fingers, and his gentle hug dispelled the chill in his heart, while his scent lingering in his nose was clear and sweet, like fruity Evening wind, and Cole could feel something circulating in his chest, guiding him, opening up his heart bit by bit, bit by bit...deep.

ripple.

Something rippled in my heart.

Even in a dream, he couldn't ignore the confession that went straight to his heart. Cole felt that his whole body could not move, only the voice still lingered in his ears.

If there's one thing you can hold in your heart, it's love.

And the only thing that can call out to love is the voice of the lover.

"who are you?"

This is... when did it happen?

"Hey, ugly, you don't even know me, do you?"

Ah, so it is.

But why do you suddenly think of it?

Hehe, it's so strange that I can clearly realize that I am dreaming, and what I dreamed...

"Norman! Did you do something good again!"

"No, no...he just said he didn't know me, I thought he was crazy so..."

"What?! Being bullied by you every day, of course I don't want to know you!"

The child who was accused sneaked a glance at himself, curled his lips, and turned his head away, while the angry female with her hips akimbo glared at the child, and then walked over lovingly. For some reason, the moment she saw his appearance, there was something The urge to cry.

Then, that naughty child leaned over and stood in front of him.

"Aren't you in pain?"

"...It doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt? You don't hurt. When your parents see it later, they think I'm bullying you. Hmph... Hey, you're so ugly... Are you crying?"

"Does it really hurt? Did I hurt you? How about I, I give you a blow?"

"Hey, don't, don't cry..."

The child was in a hurry, walking around around, and the two big eyes were stained with water.

Then, much later, the two were chased by blood bees, met Sarah, and were on their way home after hearing for the first time their parentage.

"My hand hurts, can you let go?"

The little orc, who was indifferent, clenched his mouth tightly, but grasped it even more willfully.

"promise……"

"After I go back... I will let you go after I bring you home." Her shoulders were shaking.

"Eh?"

"So before that, please bear with me, I... don't want to let go."

"why?"

"Will you be taken away by that female after letting go?"

"That's just a story."

"Stories are not allowed. I don't want you to leave, and I don't allow you to leave. You can only go home with me. Even if that female comes to snatch me, I will stick to you and never let go."

Worried was written on his angry face.

Because I'm afraid of separation, I don't want to let go, and I'm so nervous because I'm afraid of losing.

And all of this is just because, because... I like it.

Therefore, no matter what, she will be by her side, and even if everyone betrays her relatives, she must protect herself.

Even with such a weak arm, in the face of a strong enemy, he resolutely stood in front of him.

"That monster attracted the bloody bees. Even the patriarch said so, why do you protect him? He will harm everyone!"

"Cole provoked the Bloody Bee to protect me, so I want to protect Cole, and no one is allowed to bully him!"

Maybe this is the first heartbeat.

I am used to patience, I am used to loneliness, I am used to being strong alone, I never believe in promises, and I also laugh at the fleeting feelings, and always say to myself, maybe it is good to live alone, and there will be no sadness without concern, Without fetters, there will be no disregard of life and death just for one person.

I always thought that my feelings for Norman were just pure love and affection, and they were irresistible.

Never thought about it, I really like it.

It's true, desperately like it.

Although I didn't really find out until I died...

And what about yourself?

What about me now?

What kind of feelings do I have for him?

Who am I?

It was not yet dawn, but it seemed like a long, long time had passed.

Suddenly, Cole slowly opened his eyes, turned his head quietly, and looked at Norman who was lying quietly beside him. He closed his eyes tightly, and his hobby of flat mouth was exactly the same as when he was a child. Cole smiled slightly, and at the same time, Tears wet the corners of my eyes.

He knew that what happened just now was not a dream, but a memory.

Is that Cole's memory... Or, his last struggle?

Cole gently stroked his heart, took a deep breath, his throat was slightly sore, and then slowly hugged Norman, gently stroking his back just like when he was a child.

like a dream.

Distant but not far away, lost, who belongs to the memory.

Strange but familiar.

Authentic and frightening.

Faced with the sudden recovery of memory, it is not a surprise, but more distressing.

For Cole's current consciousness, he is not "self", but has the memory of "self", so real, as real as if he was Cole in the first place.

No, this feeling is like my own memory.

However, how is it possible?

If he was really Cole, Ley would not let himself give his heart back, and the others would not be so sure that he was just a stand-in.

But if he wasn't Cole, why would he remember this.

The living dead have no memory.

Cole is very clear that his memory is only for a short period of time as the container of his heart, and when did the long-term memory before that dormant in his mind?

Or, was he completely assimilated by Cole?

But if the appearance, body and voice can be assimilated, can the memory also be assimilated?

No one knows, even I am confused.

Sighing secretly, Cole stared at Norman's sleeping face, carefully brushed the corners of his slightly tired eyes, then moved closer, and gently closed his eyes.

What happened to the seven-year vacancy may have to be seen by Ley to find out.

And that female, Heather.

Cole, who recovered his memory, remembered how he died at that time.

The bloody pain, the bone knife dripping with blood, and the maniacal laughter of the other party are still vivid in my ears... So I can't help but hold Norman in my arms slightly, Cole will not let anyone hurt him, and never will Give Norman to Heather.

Regardless of whether he is himself in the end, he also wants to protect him well.

I have lost Norman once, this time... I will never lose again.

However, Cole did not tell Norman about his recovery of memory.

One is that I am not sure, and the other is that I don’t want to cause unnecessary panic. Ley needs to investigate carefully, and the southern tribes also... If, as Simon said, the Snow Wolf tribe is about to provide the secret medicine to the southern tribes, then their The purpose is definitely not as simple as resurrecting Cole.The purpose of the Snow Wolf Clan also needs to be investigated carefully, and Sara and Palanch must find ways to contact them.

This deal must be stopped.

Thinking of Lars who died in such a miserable state, Cole clenched his fists tightly, and if everything happened because of him, then he must stop it.

While thinking, Norman leaned his head and blinked at himself.

"What's wrong?" Cole asked, his gaze slowed down.

Shaking his head, Norman came over, moved his ears, and whispered, "I want to stick to you."

Couldn't help laughing, Cole touched his head, "Are you still a kid?"

"It's not a child!" With puffed eyes, Norman arched Cole.

Simon beside him finally couldn't bear it anymore. He gave Norman a white look, and said softly, "Have you reached the estrus period? You cling to others all day long. Please don't make such a show if you are dissatisfied with your desires?"

Cole blushed and turned his head, while Norman turned his head in displeasure: "It's none of your business."

"Because you make a lot of noise every day." He said without hesitation.

His face was red like it was going to burn.

Norman, however, replied solemnly with his arms akimbo: "Then you can stay away."

"Huh, you really know how to talk." Sniffing, Simon closed his eyes, then stood up, took a few steps forward, and suddenly turned around and said, "But while there is still time, try to make out as much as you can, and it won't happen in the future." So easy."

"Simon, what do you want to say?" Cole asked.

Looking up at Cole, Simon said: "We have entered the sphere of influence of the snow wolf clan, and they will come here soon."

"What?!" Norman jumped up, "Then you brought us here grandly!"

"If you don't open your eyes, there is only one way to die." Simon frowned and turned around, "The Snow Wolf tribe is the most united tribe, and they will not let any foreign tribe break into the tribe. Usually, sneaking into their tribe There is only death, but if they come in openly, they will still have a little hesitation, and they will not kill you, at most, they will tie you up and bring you to the patriarch, so that the patriarch can decide whether to live or die."

"You?" Norman raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

With a cold snort, Simon said, "I don't need to die with you."

"you!"

"Or do you think I'm really so kind?" With a cold glance, Simon's eyes glowed coldly, "I'm not interested in fighting side by side with the guy who killed Berg."

"I see." Cole nodded, and then said to Simon, "Thank you for telling us this."

"Don't thank me." Simon said coldly, "Only by bringing you to the Snow Wolf tribe can we further confirm the whereabouts of the secret medicine, and only by destroying the secret medicine can we truly cut off the source of the living dead. Man..." After a pause, he said, "It has nothing to do with me whether he is dead or alive."

Then he picked up his own bow and arrow, and walked away slowly without looking back.

"This guy..." Norman frowned.

But Cole understood.

Do you let yourself take care of your heart...

After being deprived of the animal blood of the beast ear tribe, it will be made into that kind of scary medicine, and the most terrible medicine, apart from the secret medicine, is probably his own heart.

Simon said these words, not because he didn't want to kill himself, nor because he wanted to forgive, but because he wanted to see what he would do.

Does he... want me to live?

It was absurd to have such an idea out of nowhere, but Cole did think so.

So looking at his gradually disappearing back, Cole smiled helplessly, then looked back at the snow-capped mountains in front of him, and after passing the forest in front of him, he would enter the tribe of the Snow Wolf Clan.

And the sights around them told Cole that they didn't need to look for it deliberately.

The snow-white figure hidden behind the shade of the tree was as white as snow, with the same silver hair as Palanch, and silver pupils.

Norman became irritable and appeared very unhappy. He wanted to rush forward to attack, but Cole grabbed his wrist. He lowered his eyes to signal not to be impulsive, then turned his head, looked at the smiling silver-haired man in front of him, and said calmly: " Hello, we have no malicious intentions, we just want to meet your patriarch."

The visitor just touched his chin, looked at Cole carefully and playfully for a moment, then pursed his lips and smiled.

Norman was even more dissatisfied. He bared his teeth and said angrily, "You are not allowed to look at Cole like that!"

Raising his eyebrows, the silver man smiled and said, "Why am I looking at him?"

"you……!"

"Norman!" He stopped Norman immediately, and Cole didn't want to have a conflict with the snow wolves right now.

And the man didn't look angry, but fixedly glanced at the two of them, and said with a half-smile: "I never thought you would find this place. It's been a long time, Cole, Norman."

Surprised, Cole said in surprise, "You...know us?"

"Of course." The man seemed a little helpless, he spread his hands, shrugged and said, "Otherwise, why do you think I came out to greet you?"

"meet?"

"Hello," the man opened his silver eyes and smiled slightly, and said softly, "I'm Barton, the patriarch of the Snow Wolf Clan."?