Vol 3 Chapter 97

Act 97: The Girl's Weaving (Part Four)

Akane leaned her head on the white pillow and stared at Brando's tears when the room was silent.

Meditha didn't say anything, Floy didn't say a word, and Charles just looked at Brando.

Antinina looked left and right, and finally looked at her Lord Lord with a skeptical look. She had not experienced the dark underground of Shavrend, and did not have the keen insight of Matissa-nature. Not sure what Brando meant to Akane at the moment. But even the fool could see that this girl's attachment to Brando, and she couldn't help but want to crook.

Brando stepped closer and stood beside Akane's bed. The girl finally stopped her weakness. She calmed down and smiled weakly at Brando with tears-the smile was sweet, but fragile as if portrayed on a pale, thin paper, which could be shattered at any time .

"You're back ... Lord Lord." Qian said, she could not eat a few things for several days, and she mainly relied on water to maintain her life. The girl was so weak that she could barely make a sound, but described it with her mouth.

"I'm back." Brando was a little uncomfortable seeing Akane, and he whispered.

"What about Shavrend's work?" Akane looked at him silently.

Brando smiled slightly and didn't answer.

"Are you coming back to see me, Lord Lord?" The doubt in Akane's eyes expressed her question, Brando saw a dodgy expectation in the young girl's amber eyes-he nodded.

Akane blinked hard.

But she sucked her nose and lay back flat. The maiden's chest was slightly undulating, and she occasionally frowned slightly, as if lying down just like this would be very painful-no one dared to bother, so the needle fell in the room for a while.

"Can I survive?"

The red-haired girl turned her head to the other side, staring blankly at the lush branch of a mangrove tree outside the window, and whispered.

Brando hesitated and nodded.

"Truth?"

"When did I lie?" Brando replied.

Qian stunned for a while, "but I think ... adults are lying to me!" The red-haired girl whispered in a feminine sharpness, almost everyone's heart softened like a coquettish tone.

No one thought that even this stubborn girl would be so weak, as if the pain in recent days had completely dismantled the strength she had always supported alone.

Brando didn't answer.

In fact no one was able to answer this question, and the house was silent.

"Actually ..." Akane looked at the dark green leaves on the branches of the mangrove, and the sunlight seemed to clearly print its veins. "I listen to you ... your conversation ..."

She took a small breath and said, "It's unrealistic, ... let's forget it, even I don't think ... it's necessary." The girl smiled alone.

If Macaroo were here, he would surely find that he had never carefully noticed the smile of his adoptive daughter in the past-sweet and quiet like an angel.

"Kasane!"

Antinina interrupted her and stepped forward angrily: "What are you talking about!" The quiet young **** weekdays didn't continue talking, and Qian's words made her uncomfortable.

But Brando waved to her, he looked at Akane, and made a decision in his heart. The young lord raised his head slightly and asked softly: "Are you still wishing, Akane?"

Everyone suffocated.

Even Qian was stifled slightly.

Although she said such stubborn words, she didn't want to leave. Otherwise, it will not persist, clenched teeth-even if every day seems to be suffering in hell, but always wait for the young lord to come back.

Because he told her, he would take her, and he would not leave her anyway.

This was the kind of word that touched her heart.

She looked at Brando stupidly, almost uncomfortable almost crying. Everyone lied to her this way, so lied to her-tell her that it can, but the answer is not. It used to be the same, it's the same now.

Qian wondered if she was too greedy and always begging for something that others couldn't do, but she clearly paid for her sincere feelings, but the reward in return was the pain in her chest like being stabbed with a knife.

The red-haired girl looked at Brando, her tears rolled in her eyes, and finally she tried to **** her nose, and whispered hardly:

"Lord Lord ..."

Akane paused. She gasped for a moment to adjust her mood. She tried to speak three times, but only choked aloud for the last time: "In my hometown, there is a tradition ..."

"It is said that when a person dies, his closest relatives will kiss her forehead so that their thoughts are left there ... so that even in another world, she will not forget them ..."

She looked at Brando with some weakness-she felt she couldn't hate it, this wicked liar-she thought.

"Master Lord ..." she said.

"So, can you ... become once, Akane's closest ... closest person?"

"I'm afraid ... once again,"

The girl took a breath, lay back with all her strength, and mumbled a little unconsciously: "Big head, Aiko, Yura ... and everyone, don't be mad ..."

When Antitina heard this, she covered her mouth and turned her head. She sucked her nose and tried not to see what happened next.

But both Metisha and Shire's eyes fell on Brando.

Brando was silent for a moment and nodded.

After Akane lost her last support, the whole person fell completely, and she didn't actually see Brando nod. But in the unconsciousness, she still wanted to laugh-just the power of laughter was gone.

What a failure!

Qian couldn't help thinking that her life was really a failure-she couldn't help trying to protect others, and she was eventually abandoned by relying on others.

She was so sad that she wanted to cry.

But I couldn't cry.

"Close your eyes, Akane," Brando said softly.

The girl froze for a moment, then went quiet. She thought that at least Master Martha finally saw her little existence—she closed her eyes obediently, it was only her last wish, and she didn't want to leave her last regret.

She closed her eyes as if to hear the sound of a breeze blowing in the mountains of Chablis, and she grew up listening to this voice.

That is the hometown of the mountain people, where all dreams begin and end.

Suddenly she felt quiet from the heart, she thought, and finally came back here. In this quiet mountain forest, she has grown up with everyone, everyone is so clear.

Aike, the head of the group, carefree time returned to her.

But she still looked up slightly, waiting stubbornly for the kiss that held another memory, a farewell signal. But she waited for a long time, as if the world were motionless and all time was stagnant.

But she still didn't wait.

Qian was surprised to open her eyes. Although she did not even know if she had the strength to open her eyes, at this moment, she heard a gentle voice:

"do not move."

The red-haired girl closed her eyes tightly and frowned slightly, her face turned red and her ears turned red. Is it coming, she thought, but at this moment, she felt something cold hit her lips.

Akane whispered almost from the bottom of her heart. If she could, she could feel her ears—no, the ears were all burning.

"He, how can he kiss there ..."

"House ... there are so many people in the house!"

The red-haired girl felt that she was going to die the next moment, but she was not killed by the blood of God, but was shy to die. Akane froze for a while, she didn't know what she should do-her head seemed to be petrified-a heart throbbing in her chest, the voice had never been so powerful and clear.

But wait?

Akane's stingy motion stopped unconsciously, and she tried to take a soft breath—powerful and clear? How many days have she not thought so clearly, all the pain has stopped, and her vitality seems to be back in her body.

The previous sense of weakness, which was difficult to breathe, disappeared at this moment.

She could clearly feel a warm heat flowing from her mouth into her body, following her little tongue, sliding all the way into her throat, and then spreading into her limbs.

This power seemed to heal the pain and drag her out of the abyss of suffering.

Akane was stunned, she reached out her hand subconsciously and touched her face-although she hadn't opened her eyes yet. But this inner surprise only lasted for a moment, and then was suddenly replaced by another kind of shyness.

Anyway-then, that guy can't kiss her!

"How is this!" Qian's face turned red again, like a lovely red apple: "Also, in front of so many people!"

"Also, send something weird to her mouth ..." The red-haired girl felt that she couldn't think anymore, and she bowed her head slightly, feeling that her body seemed to be burning. Go on.

She closed her eyes so tightly that she would rather not open them, or she would be killed by other people's jokes.

But at this moment, she heard the sound of a fluttering smile.

This laughter was like the last straw that broke the bowstring, and let Akane open her eyes as soon as she saw—the first thing she saw was that Antitina and Furrow had funny faces, but had to hold back a laugh Meaning-but with the exception of Shire and Metisha.

The young wizard and the little silver elf princess were looking at Brando's hand with a shocking look.

It was a golden apple.

Brando put the apple on Akane's lips, expressionless, to be honest, different from others. He is not happy at all now, because the powerful life force contained in the golden apple can only extend Akane's life, but cannot change the final result.

On the other hand, it would strengthen the blood of God in her body. Brando can only comfortably think that the legendary golden apple can change a person's destiny, and can only hope that it can also change Akane's destiny.

This was a last resort, not to mention that the little female dragon had clearly told him that there was something weird on the apple. He thought that although it was not a poison, it was certainly not a good thing.

But at this moment, Akane was really burning on her face. Even Brando was a little weird looking at this girl. He was wondering how a person's face could look like this. Is this the prank of Little Mother Dragon?

But he didn't think at all that the only thought in Qian's heart at this time was probably to find a piece of cheese and hit him.

She didn't expect that she was completely wrong, and that was not the most embarrassing thing, the most embarrassing thing was that her reaction was obviously seen by Antitina and Furrow.

"It's going to die."

Qian thought that she had forgotten the blood of the gods in her body.

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