Just as I was about to turn around to look for her, I saw her in the distance, quietly watching Two Hundred Knives.
She must have seen the execution of that demon with the two hundred cuts.
Luo Qingqing walked over, looked at the demon soul in Erbaidao's hand, and whispered:
What did it do?
Two Hundred Dollars said calmly:
"At least 40 people were killed."
Luo Qingqing nodded:
"That's damn it."
"You are all demons, do you also think you deserve to die?"
"Of course! Why must demons kill people?"
Two hundred dollars: ...
He looked at Luo Qingqing's innocent expression, sighed, and said softly:
"How wonderful, so naive and foolish."
"Huh? You're insulting me!"
"No."
"Yes! A little brat!"
For the next few days, Luo Qingqing followed Erbaidao around.
The two of them endured hardships and wandered together.
Erbaidao should have returned to his family long ago, but he kept delaying, using the excuse that he needed to keep an eye on Luo Qingqing to postpone his return.
Actually, he felt very relaxed being with Luo Qingqing.
For some reason, I felt a sense of freedom, like when I used to go out with my family to catch monsters.
When I'm tired, I lie down and rest; when I'm hungry, I buy something to eat from a roadside stall. I don't need any family connections. This kind of life feels inexplicably comfortable!
Luo Qingqing followed along, claiming she needed to keep track of the interviews with Erbaidao.
But as time went on, the family members became unwilling.
"Song Yichen? What are you doing? Aren't you coming back?"
After giving him a good scolding over the phone, Two Hundred Dollars sighed helplessly.
"Do you have to go back now?"
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