Chapter 119 I'll Carry You Away

[You didn't shake off my hand. It seems that my guess was right. 】

Zhang Qiling, "......"

He loosened his grip on Sang Mo's wrist, his lips moved in hesitation but he didn't say anything.

Sang Mo couldn't see his movements. The evil spirit had closed its eyes and shrunk back into the "room" behind its ear. The system couldn't see it either, so Sang Mo couldn't know Zhang Qiling's expression at the moment.

Maybe it was because he heard the system say something about being unable to see, or maybe it was because Sang Mo had lost his memory, or maybe it was because there were only the two of them behind this bronze door, but Zhang Qiling did not hide the emotions on his face after he came in.

He looked at Sang Mo, his cold and peerless face was full of distress and complexity, but the words he said were calm, "I don't like homosexuals, but there is such a person."

Look at my past and admire the spring with me; know my darkness and promise me the spring morning.

There is a person who happens to be of the same sex and is the person I like.

Sang Mo asked: "So the person you like is of the same sex, but you don't actually like people of the same sex?"

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips.

Sang Mo was confused. "No, your sexual orientation is really a bit adaptable, right? If the person you like in the future is of the opposite sex, you really don't like the same sex."

"As expected of you, your ideas are very fashionable and worth learning from."

Zhang Qiling, "......."

He opened his mouth, but was speechless.

What a good atmosphere, but it was turned into this teasing atmosphere by Sang Mo.

He could only correct, "I'm not kidding."

Sang Mo also agreed, "I wasn't joking, but that's what you meant. I didn't understand it wrong, nor did I say it wrong."

Zhang Qiling looked grumpy and said in a cold voice: "The person I like is of the same sex, but I don't like other people of the same sex."

Sang Mo nodded and said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, I understand."

[You are noble and great, and you are still pursuing a soul mate.] 】

The corner of Zhang Qiling's eye twitched, but the word soul mate really touched him. What's more, after Sang Mo's comments, his words seemed to have some real meaning.

For a second, an extremely provocative smile appeared on his face.

It’s a pity that Sang Mo can’t see it.

"Why don't you speak?"

"You pulled me up, weren't you going to leave?"

"Where are you going?"

Not getting a response, Sang Mo stretched out his hand and groped forward, and this time he touched a strong and broad back.

There seemed to be something wrapped in cloth on his back. Sang Mo continued to feel it and asked Zhang Qiling, "What kind of weapon is that on your back?"

"It feels like a knife, and it's quite heavy. Aren't you tired of carrying such a heavy knife all the time?"

Personal weapons must be carried with you at all times. It is of course tiring to carry them all the time, but can you hold them in your hands if you don't carry them on your back?

It’s even more tiring to hold it.

It's just that these words are just slanders in my heart and I won't say them out loud.

Zhang Qiling only said: "It's a knife."

He didn't say a word about whether he was tired or not.

Sang Mo gave up groping and held out his right hand in the air, "I can't see. Even if you don't lead me, you should at least find me something to lead the way."

"Then again, where are you taking me?"

Zhang Qiling couldn't help but think again that maybe there were only the two of them here. Sang Mo's inner voice was no longer active, but he spoke out what was in his heart.

It seems that he talks more and his personality is more cheerful than before.

Zhang Qiling's eyes moved slightly. If the reverse guess was correct, then Sang Mo's character might become closer and closer to his original true character.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiling couldn't help but think a little more. Can the system control Sang Mo's amnesia?

If it can be controlled, then the system has been saying that it hopes Sang Mo can return to the way he was before, and this should be the purpose of the system doing this.

But if you can't control it, this may be a long journey to find your true self, during which you will meet many people and then forget them.

This repeats until life comes to an end.

Or rather, until the mission failed, which would be about a hundred years later.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiling's movements did not slow down at all. He squatted down in front of Sang Mo and said, "I'll carry you on my back."

Sang Mo, "?"

Zhang Qiling added: "Bend down, reach out, and touch my back."

Sang Mo really did as Zhang Qiling said. He bent down and began to grope forward. When he touched Zhang Qiling's back, he took a step forward and then laid his whole body on Zhang Qiling's back.

He placed his hands on Zhang Qiling's shoulders and raised his eyebrows slightly with some suspicion.

Why does it feel familiar? 】

Familiar with this back, familiar with the feeling of being carried on the back.

Sang Mo finally chose to ask directly: "Have you ever carried me on your back before? I feel like your back is a little familiar."

Zhang Qiling hummed softly, "I've memorized it."

But I broke all the promises I made to you.

I haven't done it yet. All I can do is carry you on my back and walk in this endless darkness.

Just like when I first saw you, I could only carry you on my back and walk from the darkness to the light.

“No wonder.”

"But you're really not curious at all? You seem to know something about me and know that I can lose my memory."

[After all, this is the third time you have lost your memory, and it was so obvious when you woke up. Of course he knows that you have lost your memory. Host, they all have experience dealing with your amnesia. 】

[Just like when they are facing you seeking death, they also have sophisticated experience. 】

【......】

Sang Mo silently accepted the system's criticism, and thought with peace of mind, "Isn't it your duty to take care of me who has lost my memory?" What's more, I'm so beautiful. 】

[That's right, as long as the host is happy! 】

Obviously, the system is already familiar with Sang Mo's occasional unparalleled narcissism.

Zhang Qiling sighed inwardly, and his originally heavy mood gradually dissipated because of these lively voices. He told himself that no matter whether the lost memory was caused intentionally by the system, from now on, Sang Mo is indeed getting better and better.

Sang Mo only felt that Zhang Qiling carried him for a long distance. He felt a little drowsy, and then he really fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he realized that he was lying somewhere, and his fingers felt like a very hard bed.

The surroundings were very quiet, but he could hear a faint breathing sound. He was somewhat familiar with this breathing sound and knew it was Zhang Qiling's.

He called out, "Zhang Qiling?"

Zhang Qiling opened his eyes and looked over, then replied, "Yeah."

Sang Mo asked: "Where is this place?"

Zhang Qiling said: "Behind the bronze door."

Sang Mo, "?"

[Haven’t you gone out yet?] I thought he would carry me out, why is he still behind the bronze door? 】

Zhang Qiling came over, was silent for a moment and then said, "Wait for me here for five days. I will come back and leave after five days."

Where are we going? Why don't you take me with you? 】

[But I'm blind, so taking him there would probably be more of a hindrance than a help. 】

He nodded, "Okay."

Zhang Qiling added: "This is a thatched stone house. It's dangerous outside. Don't go out. Wait for me to come back."

Sang Mo waved his hand, "Go and do what you want. Since it's so dangerous outside, I will definitely not run around."

Although Sang Mo gave his assurance, Zhang Qiling was still a little worried, after all, Sang Mo had too many criminal records.

Zhang Qiling was not worried that Sang Mo would run away, but he was afraid that Sang Mo would get lost here. He would be worried and anxious if he couldn't find anyone.

However, he didn't say more about it. If Sang Mo really wanted to do something, no matter how many times he warned him, it would be in vain.

He turned and walked out of the stone house, and as he stepped out of the door frame, he said, "I'm leaving."