When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"this…"

"No, isn't it? That kind of person doesn't exist, so this kind of behavior is meaningless."

Yong Ye will not show the pain in his heart to others, because he doesn't want to be treated as a joke after a meal, he doesn't want to be comforted by others, and he doesn't want to be pitied by others.

Therefore, he prefers to maintain the pride and self-confidence of the strong rather than the talk and cry of the weak. Even though his heart was in pain, he could still show a calm and calm face on his face, that was because he knew very well that weakness could not solve any problems.

Crying, complaining, lamenting... Will there be any convenient heroes?

Impossible... If it was really useful, those who were crying heartily on the battlefield would not die.

There is no so-called protagonist in this world, and there is no such convenient and easy-to-use hero. There is no way to get help if you keep your mouth closed, but even if you open your mouth or call for help, you may not meet someone who is willing to lend a hand.

If it's true that just crying can solve problems, and just showing weakness can summon handy and versatile heroes, then he doesn't mind using these as chips.

But since it doesn't exist... If he doesn't want to lose something important, he doesn't want to lose something he cherishes because of the ridiculous reason that he waited for a long time, but no one lends a hand, then... even if it doesn't match, he has only himself.

The world is ruthless, and there are no inherent heroes. If you want to follow the common hero story routine, you will often only die without a corpse. Maybe not all heroes do not exist, but at least there is no eternal night. He also doesn't have that kind of girlish fantasy.

He is not a girl, let alone a so-called beautiful girl and pseudo-boy, nor a child, and he does not exist a so-called hero.

He can only think of a way by himself, and he can only find another way, because he knows very well that no one will lend a helping hand to him, and such ridiculous things as "heroes" will not appear in front of him. ...Yongye knows that.

That being the case, when necessary, even if the enemy cannot be killed, the enemy must be pulled into the dark abyss.

Yong Ye has already made up his mind. Although he is a mortal, he must not allow weakness to occupy himself, nor tolerate himself being weak in front of others.

After Yong Ye's voice fell, the empty aisle returned to silence again, and the angry girl lowered her head as if the source of anger had been cut off.

Yu Qi is not good at debating, and she is speechless at this moment, so she can only express her thoughts through actions.

She raised her head again, slowly stepped forward and hugged Yong Ye gently, stood on tiptoe and tried to let him go down a bit, pressing her hot cheeks against his cold face.

"...I don't know what to do, maybe...I'm not qualified to say such a thing, but I hope at least...when I'm injured, when I'm by my side, I can stop being brave."

"Be brave... Am I like that kind of person?"

"Ye has been trying to be brave since the first time we met. After being brave for so long, it will break... I, I hope that Ye will not break."

As if to soften Yong Ye, the usual indifferent prayer at this moment showed the gentle side of the girl, because it was attached to his face, and he simply turned his head and kissed it directly.

Hmm... I kissed the wound on my face and kept licking it, just like a cat licking dessert.

"...Um...ha...chirp..."

There was a strange touch on the face, tender and moist... and itchy, which made Yong Ye stiff and a little overwhelmed.

"Hey, hey...Miss Qi...what are you doing...what are you doing now?"

"Treat... wounds..."

"No, no, this method is wrong and strange, isn't it? Who taught you!"

"Animals also lick wounds when they're hurt, and... Anna said... men like it, she'll use... Dan will be happy, I think... Ye will be happy too?"

Finally, Qi stopped his movements, his face flushed a little because of shyness.

"...I, am I mistaken? Is this... Ye, unhappy? Not... Excited like Anna said?"

"No! How could it be! I'm not a pervert!"

The way the wound was handled was completely beyond Yong Ye's expectations. After he recovered, he quickly pushed Qi away, put his hands on her shoulders, and stared at her seriously.

"I'll ask you to pray, don't take it seriously what those messy people say, they just think you're innocent and say this to you, I believe that Anna, she just instigated you like this for fun, you don't have it at all. It really has to be done.”

Chapter 32 If you don't like it, you hate it. Which one is the alternative?

"...But, Anna is teaching me seriously..."

Praying is like a pure child asking for advice from an adult, looking up at Yong Ye without a trace of evil thoughts in his eyes, some are just thirst for knowledge and seriousness and curiosity.

"...I don't care what happened to that Anna, but I'm definitely serious, really... very serious, please..."

"…Well?"

Qi fell into deep thought.

"So…"

"what?"

"If you don't like it... do you hate it?"

"If you don't like it, you hate it. What kind of choice is this? Are you a child?"

"like?"

"...So, why is it so difficult to listen to people?"

"Do you really like it?"

"Don't define me without authorization. In other words, if you follow my own words like this, wouldn't I be a pervert?"

I just said that what I like is a pervert, so it is naturally impossible for Yongye to admit this kind of thing, otherwise, wouldn't that mean that he was scolding himself as a pervert?

Looking at the girl in front of her who is obviously sluggish, but always makes trouble for herself, Yong Ye has a headache, a very headache... He has just been seriously injured, why should he face this shameful questioning?

"What about me?"

Not understanding Yong Ye's thoughts, Qi just stared at him as usual.

"you?"

"How do you like it?"

"...Sorry, Miss Qi, I'm not sure what you're talking about again..."

"It's prayer... Ye, do you hate prayer?"

"...I know you're praying, but I don't think I hate it or I like it. This way of thinking is not very good."

"Which one?"

"Are you still coming?"

Yong Ye, who already had a headache, naturally had more headaches because of ischemia. At this moment, he really wanted to take some medicine to make his headache better.

"...You asked this question before, so please, let me go..."