Chapter 96: Love and Hate

It is a big deal to break a hole in the human world. If you are not cautious, the human world will be in chaos, and then all kinds of news will turn into UFOs to harm human beings. Of course, not only news, but also human safety is also very important.

Geral came out of the guardian's office and took a taxi to the hospital.

The inpatient department was quiet. He went over and met several undead. Seeing that they were not making trouble in front of Guo Pingdie's room, he rested and wanted to catch them back to be reincarnated. Forget it, let them remember for a few days. Anyway, they will still be arrested after the first seven.

Guo Pingdie was lying sick**. It seemed that she had fallen asleep. Gelar quietly walked in and sat in a chair on one side to see her sleeping face.

The face is pale, the lips are not bloody, and the eyes are light cyan. What a lively person is usually. It's noisy and restless. The corners of the mouth are a lovely smile, which is not stingy to show. Now it's good, but it's so dead.

Gerald grabbed her pure hand, the bones protruded clearly, the shallow blood vessels were clearly visible, and the transparent infusion was injected into her body little by little.

"I was shocked and became sick like this. I think you will dare to speak empty words in the future." Geral smiled, and a rare touch of tenderness and pity appeared in his eyes. He is usually used to making trouble, but it's not that there is no time when he is quiet. It's just that silence makes him feel lonely.

His ten fingers were intertwined with Guo Pingdie, and his loose ten fingers were clasped, and the slight coolness of his palm was quickly covered by his temperature.

"You obviously understand what I mean, and you still pretend to be confused. What do you think you are pretending to be?" Geral said in a complaining tone.

"It's nice to be with me. I'll accompany you. If you're quiet, I'll let you go. In the future, I'll take care of you when I'm old. I'll even die later than you. What are you struggling with?"

Geral's speech was not fast, slowly and a little low, as if he was acting in a monologue to a person who had fallen asleep.

"I'm not good at these things. What can I do? I've only cared about you for hundreds of years - little bastard, openly and secretly watching me lively, right? Once it's too ambiguous, give me a face, I... alas." He sighed, and his face was a little lonely.

"Do you know that a hole was broken between the human world and the demon world? The guardian of the human world asked me to go to the demon world to see the situation. If I can't make up for it, I will find someone to seal it, and the office of the demon world will also help me. It's not so easy to make up that hole. This is to make up the sky. I'm afraid that Nuwa in the mythical story is also distressed, and the seal is even worse. How many seal masters can be found to ensure that it will not be broken for a hundred years.

"The human world is a steamed bun. If you want to take it, be careful not to be scalded by the pot. When I arrived at the demon world, it was actually a pot. I had to rely on my own support, and I had to be exhausted to find someone to seal it..." Geralton paused: "When all this is done, I don't know when I will come back, and I don't know how many years later. "

"Maybe when I return to the human world, you will be old and have several grandchildren."

He smiled bitterly and looked at her quiet face, saying solemnly like an oath: "I know that demons and human beings are impossible, and I am happy for a hundred years and sad for a thousand years, but I don't want to give up, Pingdie..."

Geral's face slowly became gloomy, and his eyes showed chills.

"What are you doing? Don't tell me that you did everything on the news! - Sex!"

Sturprised! It turns out that the man in the jacket is a prisoner in prison, while the 'ghost' is a color milon!

Color·Milon casually watched him jump down and said leisurely, "I did it."

When Geral saw him like this, he was angry, and it was not pure anger, but the anger and betrayal of him who believed in the identity of Mo Luo. He made friends with him but never regarded him as a brother!

"Why are you so angry? This is my old job." Color Milon tilted his head and said.

Gerald is so angry! This guy even understated that this was his old job! He knows how many people have been harmed and how much trouble he has caused!!

In anger, he picked up his fist and hit Se Milon in the face!

But Se Milun easily held his fist without a little trembling. He looked at Geral, who was a little out of control, and a trace of ridicule appeared on his face: "No one tells you that the devil is more difficult to deal with than a deep monster. How can you fight with me, your hundred-old demon?"

"Sex Demon!" Geral trembled angrily: "We treat you as good friends, and your fucking friendship for more than half a year is like this?! What do you think of us?! We treat you as a brother!"

"I didn't treat you as a brother." The disguised smile of Se·Milun was gone, and there was a chill in her eyes: "For more than half a year, I can't inhale my spirit, and I have to hurt the source for you again and again. I'm a Mo Luo, not a saint. I've had enough for more than half a year, but in the underground palace, I hurt my origin again... How can I be worthy of myself if I don't inhale more essence? ."

"What do you mean by that?! Have we hurt you? Have we insulted you because you are Mo Luo? Why aren't you satisfied with eating, living and playing together?! Have you been happy for more than half a year after living for two thousand years?"

Se·Milun smiled disdainfully: "It's enough to have a comfortable life for half a year. I'm not your Gerral, and I don't have a plain heart. Since I'm a Mo Luo, I can't be at ease with the status quo. Wake up!"

Gerald only felt that Xingqing's heart was extinguished little by little. Those indifferent words repeatedly hurt his few trust. A sense of sadness gradually became confused. At the same time, he also felt that his words slapped him in the face several times in the face.

He clenched his fist and seemed to squeeze it out of his throat word by word: "You just don't listen to advice, refuse to change, and never treat us as friends!"

Se·Milun greeted his gradually indifferent pupils and sneered, "Yes."