Yellow hair can also have a husband-chasing crematorium

"Really? It's best that way," Langdon said suspiciously.

Bellatrix was suddenly very upset.

She took a few steps back with a cold face, and then walked in a different direction from Langdon's.

Langdon couldn't care about Bellatrix's mood at all now. While retreating, he turned his head from time to time to watch the battle on the field.

"wrong!"

Bridget, who seemed to have the upper hand, suddenly shouted: "There is a problem, everyone be careful—"

Amidst the horrified clamor of the crowd, only Flora who had been by Langdon's side noticed the abnormality.

The magnificent banquet hall has countless lights, but it is only dim and shadowy at the edge, so many people like to go to the corner for many private exchanges.

Langdon had already stepped on the huge shadow cast by the spiral staircase near the edge. His shadow overlapped with the shadow of the staircase, and the shadow rippled for a moment as if alive.

Flora almost thought that she had misread it, but before she could analyze it rationally, her body had subconsciously pounced on it.

"Langdon! Get out of the—!"

As if knowing that he had been exposed, the deep and dark shadow broke away from the ground, stood up suddenly, and stabbed towards Langdon instantly like a sharp knife.

That's right, from the very beginning, the hostage that the aides were optimistic about was not the second prince, but Langdon. The actions just now were just a pretext to let Langdon stay away from the magic swordsman and the magician participating in the battle, and step into the distant place. A trap, no one can rescue in time.

Langdon has been paying attention to Bridget's situation, and when he heard Flora's call, he couldn't even figure out where the attack came from, and where he should hide.

Seeing that the shadow behind him was about to penetrate Langdon's chest, at the very moment, Flora, who instinctively acted one step ahead, pushed Langdon out of the range of the shadow.

Blood splattered.

Warm blood even spattered Langdon's face as he fell to the ground.

In Langdon's eyes, the petite body in the white dress, which was stained red with blood, was falling slowly like in slow motion.

Langdon put his arms around him.

It was so light, like a cluster of half-red and half-white roses that rushed into his arms.

"Flora..." Before Langdon could react, he subconsciously supported the other party's shoulder and called out the other party's name.

Flora, whose lung was punctured, coughed up blood, but couldn't help smiling.

Her face was already sweet and delicate, but when she showed such an expression of joy from the heart, even if the corners of her mouth were stained with blood, it was a bit more touching and fragile.

"Ahem... Langdon..."

She couldn't even breathe now, but she insisted on finishing the sentence, and her cherry-pink eyes, filled with tears, stared deeply at Langdon, as if she couldn't feel pain when she saw him.

"You finally...called my...name again..."

Not Her Royal Highness, nor Miss Saint...I am, your Flora...

48. Why do you give me hope and make me despair (4k)

Flora is having difficulty breathing now, and her whole body is so painful that she is numb, but she can strangely feel the slight trembling of Langdon's hand holding her, and she can also see the panic in Langdon's eyes that fears she will die.

She couldn't help secretly laughing.

Although her behavior just now was completely thoughtless, and might even be superfluous, after all, thinking about it now, it is impossible for Langdon to not have life-saving props...

But for Langdon to finally break through the official mask and reveal such personal emotions, even if the pain made her heart twitch, she couldn't help but smile.

Pain cannot be shielded, but she is used to it, as long as she is patient.

Flora even had more expectations, and asked anxiously and persistently: "...Langdon...cough cough...are you worried about me?"

After that moment full of visual sense and movie-like development, Langdon actually came back to his senses when he saw that Flora was still able to keep looking up at him and talking all the time.

Flora is a saint, a vessel descended from the gods, with extremely strong vitality and will not die easily.

Lines like "a mere fatal injury" are probably exclusive to saintesses.

Although Flora didn't seem to have done anything, this degree of injury is enough to automatically activate the crisis mode of the body. The magic power in the body is probably already working on its own, and it is estimated that she will recover in a while.

…If you insist on asking this question at such a time, it can be regarded as a kind of bitter trick.

Langdon was well aware of Flora's petty thoughts.

But to Ome who had just saved him, Langdon couldn't say anything too cruel. He could only use his amulet to help Flora recover faster.

As a result, before his amulet was drawn from his collar, Flora seemed to have understood what he was going to do, and subconsciously held Langdon down with a force that was not suitable for a dying person.

"Don't use it! Cough cough cough...I, I worked so hard...to make it...! How can I waste it at...a time like this..."

Flora coughed a few more times, and the blood foam she coughed up has become less and less, and her face is no longer pale, and gradually regained some blood color.

Langdon heard something from these words, and his mood became more complicated for a moment: "You... well, but is it okay for you to be like this?"

Flora knew that it would be too much for her to stop Langdon from reacting so quickly, so even though she didn't get the answer she wanted, she could only smooth things over with regret.

She was covered in blood and had shortness of breath, but she still smiled at Langdon: "Don't worry about me... Huh... Go get busy..."

Langdon really didn't have time to take care of Flora. When their side was attacked, the staff on the other side had already been captured.

The staff obviously planned to take hostages but they were merciless, mainly because the saint was here, and his purpose was to directly injure someone seriously, and then force others to let him go, otherwise Langdon would not be able to get the saint. cure.

Unexpectedly, such a covert and quick action was discovered by the saint who looked delicate and inexperienced, and even blocked the blow for Langdon.

A saint is the best human shield. In this world, this is a truth.

But looking at the weapon in the hands of the magic swordsman that can completely kill the soul of the demon race, the staff are both terrified and incomprehensible.

"Why... when did you know?"

The insider, Bridget, tilted her head: "If you know, you don't need to test it, it's just a simple preparation."

The staff couldn't help it anymore, even if he was seriously injured, even if he was buried in a coffin, he still shouted in a decayed voice: "Is your Duke a persecuted paranoid?!"

How can someone not know anything, just use up the precious [Divine Blood] in a place with so many people? !What a god-level prodigal! ! !

Bridget handcuffed the handcuffs that sealed the magic power to the staff, and signaled the other knights to escort him to the dungeon.

Langdon came over at this time, nodded at Bridget, and then glanced at the other magicians: "You guys are too slow to react, haven't you practiced it?"

Those magicians looked embarrassed.

How should I put it, they actually thought that the Duke was like a persecuted paranoid before...

The probability of demons awakening is very low, and limited by the current reincarnated body, not every demon has magic talent.

Such a rare demon just happened to appear at the banquet, also happened to know magic, and also happened to be quite strong. When something happened, their reaction was still half a beat slow.

"Forget it, let's not take this as an example. You still need to practice more... Pick someone to guard the demon, don't let him run away, and keep the other two just in case."

Langdon finished arranging the situation on the battle group side, and then went to look outside.

Shatia and the head of palace affairs are explaining the situation to the guests attending the banquet in the side hall, and according to the plan, let everyone drink a few sips of wine mixed with [Divine Blood], and those who refuse to drink will be dealt with as demons.

The head of palace affairs and Xiatiya threatened each other to appease them. After all, there was a crisis plan and the deterrent effect of the fight just now. Now everyone is afraid that they will be regarded as demons, and they all cooperate very well. They are drinking one by one under supervision. It looked pretty orderly.

Langdon turned around roughly, and made sure that although the incident happened suddenly, it was now on the right track, and the plans and contingencies were not in vain, so he went back to check on Flora's situation with confidence.

In just a short while, Flora had fully recovered.

Except for the Virgin Mary's crown falling to the ground, a hole in her clothes, and a lot of red stains, her actions have returned to her normal state. At most, her face is a little pale due to excessive blood loss, but you can't tell if you don't look carefully. .

Langdon couldn't help sighing as he looked at Flora, who was in a state of distress but was still in good spirits.

"You really didn't need to worry about me just now. I brought a lot of props... You clearly know my plan, so why don't you bring anything? And you dare to rush up without bringing anything?"

Langdon didn't really suffer from delusional persecution, he just thought it was just in case, so he brought all the life-saving props with him.

Not only him, even the unsuspecting nobles in the banquet hall, believe it or not, out of 100 people, 99 are carrying life-saving things?It's just that they probably didn't have as many and high quality as Langdon's.

Facts have proved that this kind of preparation in advance is really necessary. They really met the demons, and they were still magic demons, and their strength was also on the level. With such a small probability, he just met them.

But Flora's injury is still undeserved.

It's not that she doesn't know what he's doing, the [Divine Blood] in the wine was all prepared by her!

Flora showed a disturbed expression, and apologized first when she came up: "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't believe your judgment, I didn't expect there really were demons..."

Langdon choked for a moment: "It's not a judgment, I wasn't sure..."

However, he thought before that Flora felt that he had some information to confirm, so she directly agreed to help.

As a result, she felt that he was doing useless work from the very beginning, but she still worked hard to help him?

Langdon's mood became more subtle: "In short, no matter whether there are demons or not, don't you usually wear an amulet or something?"

"I haven't." Flora replied obediently, "The temple agrees that I can do it myself... and as a saint, ordinary injuries can't kill me at all, so I haven't done it."

In fact, she originally wanted to finish it for Langdon, and then make another one for herself, but because of those misunderstandings, the one for Langdon was thrown in the corner before it was finished, and she never wanted to remember it. The beginning is gone.

Speaking of this, Langdon also remembered what Flora had slipped just now.

He pressed his temple: "The amulet on my body... was it made by you?"

Flora's head lowered: "Yes... I'm sorry, I lied to you. I'm afraid you won't accept it if you know I did it."

Langdon fell silent.

Mingming Flora made a great contribution to uncovering the demons, and even blocked a blow for him so that he was seriously injured, and even gave him a precious amulet... But her attitude was so humble, she kept apologizing, as if apologizing late It's as if he would scold her anytime...

What kind of image does he have in Flora's mind now?

"You... oh." Langdon began to press his temples with a headache again, "There's no need to do this, it really doesn't look like you at all..."

Flora cautiously raised her eyes to look at him, feeling that Langdon's attitude seemed to have softened a bit, and she was a little bolder because of her recent injury: "I, I just thought that you would hate me like that, and I want to get yours. Forgive me, you can't..."

"...Even if you don't do that, I will forgive you in ten or twenty years. Time is the best medicine."

Langdon said calmly.

He never cared about Flora, because he knew that what Flora wanted was not to forgive or not to forgive, but to restore everything to its original state.

But that is impossible.

Maybe Flora has really changed, but after all, he has changed, and neither he nor Flora can change back to the original.

Obviously Flora sacrificed her life to save him, but the moment he calmed down, he wondered if Flora did it on purpose.

Not to mention that this is his own plan, it is impossible for him not to insure himself.

It is impossible for Flora, who grew up with him, to not know about the fact that he has been carrying life-saving props on him all the time... Why did Flora still "save" him?

And Flora, as a saint, really doesn't care about this degree of injury. Could it be that Flora is trying to exchange an injury for his forgiveness?

Langdon knew it wasn't good, but he really couldn't help but wonder.

He doesn't like this self who even doubts the purpose of the person who saves him, but he will become like this, and Flora can't escape the blame.

Helena's desire to control would not have caused him to change so much, it was the influence of a steady stream of water, and Flora's stabbing in the back was too painful, and the stimulation to him was too great.

But Flora would have become like that, and Langdon felt a small part of the responsibility.

Talking about treating her like a younger sister, some people even came to inform him that Flora had changed, but he didn't think deeply about the inside story at all. He said it was trust, but in essence he was too lazy to care about it. He felt that giving money was just caring. in place.

As a result, Flora was distorted into the way she was before, but he didn't notice it... Seeing that Flora was going to another extreme now, he didn't want the old things to repeat itself, so he had to persuade him a few words.

What Flora wanted, he couldn't give, what he wanted... Flora couldn't give.

Don't be too persistent, just let time dilute everything, okay?

But Flora didn't feel comforted, nor did she listen to what Langdon said, and even after listening to Langdon's words, her emotions became agitated.

"No more... nothing is more important than you!"

She thought that no matter what, she had sacrificed her life to save others, and she was entitled to a little gentle treatment.As a result, Langdon obviously wavered just now, but now he has returned to such a rational state...

Since this person doesn't intend to forgive her, don't let her think that she sees hope!Why let her despair after seeing hope?

"Why do you say such things? Why do you always want to drive me away... Why did it take so long for more than ten or twenty years? It's not forgiveness at all, it's just gradually forgotten! Do you think I don't understand? ?”

Tears welled up in her pink eyes, and she looked at Langdon stubbornly.

"Maybe you can forget me in more than ten years, but I can't do it. I will remember you and haunt you forever... Even if you drive me away, I won't leave. You plan to forget me anyway! Instead of being If you forget, it would be better to be hated by you all the time!"

"I did not mean that……"

Langdon looked at Flora, who was staring at him with red eyes like a rabbit, and said helplessly, "Okay, I see, I just want to say, you don't have to make it so complicated, it's okay to let things take their course." ..."

Flora was already broken, and she said relentlessly, "I'm stupid, please explain clearly, what do you mean, will you forgive me?"