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Chapter 618 I Like Your Eighth World 42
It's just that no matter whether it was intentional or accidental, it caused harm to his host, and he couldn't forgive it!

The host should be suffering now, but he is unconscious and cannot communicate with him, nor can he save him.

Now I can only look at the young man Xuanming!
[System prompt: Yu Wei's blackening value -20, currently 35]

The system thought: This Yu Wei can't be near here!Otherwise, why would the blackening value drop so much in an instant?

Yu Wei is indeed like a systematic guess, but at the moment he is lying on the side behind the tall eaves, and below is the scene of Xuanming fighting with the elders of the sect and a dozen disciples of the sect, and no one above will pay attention.

He looked at the girl in Xuan Ming's arms whose figure was disappearing and was about to be transparent, and his heart was full of suffocating pain. The girl's usually lively face was closed at this moment, her lips were pale and transparent, like a ball of air, and her limbs seems to disappear.

Her head rested on Xuan Ming's shoulder, and Xuan Ming held her waist with one hand, making her a petite ball.

He suddenly couldn't help thinking about how she dared to rush in from outside the light array with such a thin body to protect him that day.

Didn't she know that she would not be able to withstand such a high level of damage?

He couldn't help but ask again, is it really worth it to protect him with all his strength?
The young man couldn't help covering his heart, his eyes rolled down, and he unconsciously touched the corners of his eyes.

I found that tears rolled down uncontrollably, and a little bit of tears floated in the air like a group of crystal water drops, shining brightly under the night.

He thought that ghosts can cry too.

It turns out that when despair and sadness reach the extreme, tears will flow down involuntarily!

It was like the light array wanted to let her go, but her stubbornness made him cry.

He really never cried in his life.

Crying represents a kind of cowardice. Even though he has experienced countless ups and downs and misfortunes in the past, he has not shed a single tear.

That is the representative of the weak, and he is unwilling to be a weak person who can be bullied by anyone.

A man can't cry, but a person can cry. He can't bear that a person in this world has left this world forever because of saving him, and that person is still someone he cares about so much.

He would rather accept all the malice and cruelty of the world to him, so that he would not continue to deceive himself naively.

To deceive oneself is to be loved, to be cherished, to be liked, and to be worthy of giving.
In this way, he can love himself well, instead of being hurt all over his body and having to suffer from his own self-blame!
In this way, he doesn't have to pay attention to all the thoughts of outsiders. Although he is lonely, at least he is safe.

However, when such a person appeared in his world, he admitted that he was addicted, she was like a star in the dark night, although she was shining faintly, it still illuminated his whole world.

As long as she is by his side, his world will be complete, and he doesn't need anything else, as long as she is alone.

His mind is full of her cheerful tone and her earnest way of comforting him. He used to keep telling himself that he would never change for anyone, and he would never trust anyone again, but now he As if he couldn't control his heart anymore, that light finally shone into his heart, making him no longer want to stay in that dark, cold and dark world without a ray of light.

He likes the scenery in her eyes, and even more likes her care and liking for him.

(End of this chapter)