This soft voice, which was gentle, slightly fearful and full of concern, gradually reached the ears of the Bhagavan.
The latter's heart couldn't help but ripple, a warm and comfortable feeling like a gentle rain moistening the earth. The barren land seemed to be faintly stirring with vitality...
Shen Wuyou raised her pitiful and pure little face, and her watery black eyes full of tears looked at him timidly for a long time, so long that her neck became stiff and sore, but there was no reaction from the other party.
Beneath the messy hair, those deep and indifferent eyes seemed to be staring at her intently...
Shen Wuyou tried for a long time, but still couldn't detect the complex emotions in his eyes. He only vaguely felt that his eyes seemed to move slightly, and the dejected and dead air around him was somewhat restrained.
it works!
Shen Wuyou secretly curled his lips in his heart, and the next moment his black eyes trembled slightly. He slowly approached the tall figure with a tentative fear, and slowly stretched out his arms with a little hesitation, and then firmly hugged the man's waist.
The hard and upright body suddenly felt a warmth, and the delicate body was as hot as a raging fire that melted the ice that had been there for thousands of years.
Just as the Bhagavan’s body stiffened, a soft and trembling whisper suddenly reached his ears:
"My Lord...Is my Lord sad?
"What should I do... I want to comfort you, but I don't know what to say...
"My Lord, please don't be sad...
"If the adults are unhappy, I am not happy either...
"When adults are sad, I will be sad with them...
"Sir... please don't abandon me... I'm so scared...
"I want to accompany you... cry together, laugh together, live here together, watch the dawn and dusk together, and appreciate the flowers and the full moon together..."
The sincere and profound words wrapped Bhagavan layer by layer like strands of smooth silk. The warm words and the softness in his arms seemed to separate him from this desolate and cold world.
For a moment, he felt like he was in a warm and cozy bed.
In the silent and lonely endless darkness, a flame suddenly ignited. It was very small and weak, but enough to warm people's hearts.
Mountains and rivers pass by, the sun and the moon are reversed, and it is impossible to indulge in it and extricate yourself.
He was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously raised his hand and stroked the head of the person in his arms. The small, furry...
The soft hair scratched the palm of his hand gently as he moved, feeling itchy, tingling, numb and very comfortable.
"Don't cry..."
He moved his lips slightly and uttered a hoarse and low sound.
But who knew that after these words came out, the person in his arms trembled even more violently. He could clearly feel his chest, where her head was buried deep, gradually becoming wet and warm...
She cried even harder.
Shen Wuyou didn't know what was wrong with him. His heart felt stuffy, his nose felt sore, his eyes felt dry, and he felt very uncomfortable...
Because of why?
Sympathy? Pity?
No...
She shook her head repeatedly. How could she, a poor prisoner who couldn't even control her life and death, have the right to pity the invincible Demon Lord?
so...
Has her acting skills reached such a high level?
Right?
Yes...it must be...
Her acting is damn realistic enough to be mistaken for real...
As she thought this, she hugged him tighter.
She cried so hard that she couldn't stop herself, so she buried her head even more in his strong chest, crying silently, letting her tears soak his clothes bit by bit.
Until a big hand clamped her chin with clumsy movements, gently lifted her delicate face with tears in her eyes, and the other hand stiffly stroked the tear marks on her cheek.
The rough and cold fingertips wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes bit by bit. Although the movements were as gentle as possible, Shen Wuyou still felt a burning pain.
She tilted her little face up, her eyes gleaming as she gazed at the Demon Lord before her. Beneath her tousled hair, his deep, silent eyes seemed to waver...
The tightly pursed lips and stern face make people subconsciously want to retreat away.
But Shen Wuyou understood that this was the time when he absolutely could not retreat.
So she grabbed the man's big hand with one hand in a flattering manner, gently leaned her smooth and white little face on it, rubbing it gently like a coquettish cat, her dark eyes full of dependence and piety.
Bhagavan's heart was burned by this sincere look and he could not help but lower his eyes and avoid her sight as if fleeing.
However, in the blink of an eye, his gaze suddenly darkened, and he suddenly lowered his eyes and stared at a certain place below without blinking. His face, which had just relaxed, suddenly became as dark as the bottom of a pot. His face, which seemed to be dripping with ink, looked particularly bad, and there was even a hint of anger, giving off a frightening coldness.
Shen Wuyou was stunned. Just as he was about to follow his gaze to find out what was going on, he suddenly felt the world spinning and his body suddenly flew into the air.
A pair of strong hands placed on her waist were holding her body steadily. Shen Wuyou, who was only 1.7 meters tall, looked so petite and weak in front of the broad body that was more than 2 meters tall, which made people feel pity for her.
She looked at the expressionless Bhagavan in astonishment. Due to her unstable center of gravity, her hands subconsciously wrapped around his neck. When she realized something was wrong, she tried to withdraw her hands.
However, before she could retract her movements, she suddenly felt the other party glance at her coldly. She was so frightened that her body froze. After thinking for a moment, she hugged his neck tightly with a strong desire to survive.
My heart is pounding uncontrollably...
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