Chapter 115: Coconut silk entanglement (2)

On the way back, Smal was very quiet, as if all the tossing emotions and strength had been exhausted before the waterfall.
Jesse sat on the other side of the carriage and closed his eyes calmly.
An invisible divide runs between the two, separating the small carriage into two worlds, looking at each other, but never going together.
The carriage went all the way up.
The surrounding area is gradually shrouded in layers of heavy fog, and the scenery is lost in the white sea of ​​fog, and it is impossible to distinguish between the east, west, and south directions. But the carriage was still moving forward in an orderly manner.
Smaller remembered his first visit, after losing to Jesse that year. At that time, however, he was with a rope and carried up the mountain. If it hadn't been here, no one would have thought that behind this layer of white mist, there would be a place comparable to heaven.
As if to confirm his idea, the horsewhip waved and slammed on the horse's hip.
The horse speeded up sharply and didn't rush forward. The carriage was taken almost up.
The thick white mist lingered around, as if there was no end to it ... Just then, the carriage burst out of the heavy mist.
The sun shone back in.
Smaller narrowed his eyes. The swollen eyes were stinging slightly when exposed to the bright sun.
The carriage ran smoothly on the flat road. On both sides of the road are vast green oil fields.
But this field is not planted.
He remembered that when he first came, Jesse warned him half-threateningly and half-jokingly that it was bone-eating grass, grown on animal blood.
He began not to believe-until he saw the black and red blood spouting from the pipe leading to the field.
"This is the Witch tribe." Jesse warned him then.
To him at that time, the Wu tribe was a terrible term.
Omedendo once told him that although the masters of Yuanshu Realm were transparent people, it was actually the Wu tribe that could influence Yuanshu Realm and influence Yuanshu Realm. Because witchcraft is extremely insidious and invincible. They have too many means to dream, drink water, take a bath, and even breathe.
Therefore, in order not to cause trouble to the elven world and Loctini, he subconsciously concealed his identity and real name.
The speed slowed down.
The fields ahead were exhausted, and a beautiful quaint village emerged.
Outside the village stood a pale-haired black-robed old man. His eyes were covered with layers of white eyebrows, and his beard was long and kept falling to the ground.
The carriage stopped, Jesse opened his eyes and pushed the door to get out.
The old man walked in front of him and bowed down to salute, "Cpatriarch."
Jesse raised him with one hand. "Elder Gul, you don't have to come to the village to meet me every time."
"I'm just here to see the scenery, and by the way, you're here." He said, turning to look at Smar, who was reluctant to get down in the car, and smiled.
Smal shuddered, almost ashamed to bury people in the ground. He hesitated, hoisted the car, walked in front of him, and whispered, "Elder Goul."
Elder Gul touched his beard, and nodded with satisfaction: "Just come back." He looked at Jesse, "Patriarch, I have cleaned up that troublesome little house again. For so many years, you have been People clean, so the contents are always intact. "
Small looked up in surprise and looked at Jesse.
Jesse nodded expressionlessly and walked towards the village.
Elder Gul followed, secretly gesturing victory to Smalby.
Smal's eyes were a little hot.
When he was a Witch, except for Jesse, Elder Gul was the best person to him.
Because he was an elf and a slave, many Jewish people would yell at him and even make fun of him before Jesse had sworn him into his possession. At that time Elder Gul often helped him drive them away. Therefore, among the witches, besides Jesse, the person he felt most sorry for was him.
"I know Smar, but when he is bullied, he will immediately think of a way to prank go back, not a crybaby who likes to cry." Elder Gul whispered softly.
Smal was a little awkward. One thousand years is enough for him to grow up to a slightly mature age, but Elder Gul's attitude towards him still maintains the pattern of a thousand years ago.
Jesse's return caused a lot of onlookers from the Malays.
Smarr saw a lot of familiar faces in them, and they were definitely not friendly looking at him. Perhaps it was the two great gods who were afraid of him, so they were unfriendly and unfriendly, and they did not speak bad words.
Jesse greeted them and walked towards the largest house in the village.
The Wu people have never paid attention to beauty, but only to practicality. From the perspective of Smar's aesthetics, the shape of the house can be described by soil, but he can also guarantee that his wind blade and Loctini's flame ball cannot cause much damage to the house. They are strong enough to fight tornadoes.
The largest house in the village is the size of an ordinary family's villa, and it is the residence of the patriarch.
When he saw it, he laughed fiercely in his heart.
Jesse's footsteps turned and did not go to his house, but turned to the hut on the other side.
Against the backdrop of the large house, this small one-bedroom house is considered pocket-sized, but Smarr knows that the decoration in the small house is definitely more sophisticated than the large house. This was why it was so important for him to be beautiful next to Jesse's ears every day, only to force him to help him decorate it again.
When I walked into the room, everything really stayed the same.
Even the position of the tea cup on the coffee table in the living room has not changed.
He looked up. The alarm clock hung on the opposite side of the sofa, and the hour hand pointed in the direction of seven, just as he left.
"You clean up," Jesse slowly said, "I'll pick you up in a moment."
Smar stunned, only to realize that when he didn't know, Elder Gul had quietly left. "I have nothing to clean up." Everything here didn't belong to him originally.
Jesse looked at him and smiled suddenly, "Follow me then."
...
Smar regretted it, knowing that he should just grab the broom behind the door and start cleaning it.
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Jesse returned to his house and started working. He left for several days, and there were a lot of things to deal with on the table.
Smar does not need to look and know what those things are, basically the same as ancient county officials.
He used to sit on a lounge chair in the study.
In the past, Jesse worked in the office and did not like him running around, so he moved a reclining chair here so that he could stay here quietly.
As soon as I sat on the reclining chair, the tiredness of many days rushed to my eyelids.
He held up for a while, finally unable to resist the Sandman, and fell asleep on the reclining chair.
I do not know how long he slept, he dimly smelled a sweet scent, and immediately caused a roundworm in his stomach, waking up.
Jesse was sitting opposite him. There is a table in front, full of desserts.
Smarr sat up. All his favorite desserts. Does Jesse torture with food?
"Look, you can't eat it." Jesse placed a bowl of red bean soup in front of him.
Smarr sat over in a daze, looking suspiciously at Sweet Soup and him.
Jesse sneered, "Are you afraid I'll add meat to the soup?"
"No," he quickly denied, and whispered, "I'm just looking for a spoon."
Jesse held the spoon and made a gentle turn between his fingers. "I feed you."
...
Smal's body was stiff. This scene is too familiar.
On Jesse's birthday, he asked what gifts he wanted. The last thing he wanted was to feed him.
Smal always remembers how he felt that day--
In the face of Jesse's tenderness and thoughtfulness, he couldn't produce any sweetness in his heart. He just felt that the whole heart was filled with fear. The thoughts in his head were: What if he knew his identity? What if he knew he was lying to him? Will he hate him? Will he never look at him like that again? Will he get revenge on the elven world? ...
Fear grew wildly day after day in his heart.
The better Jesse treated him, the deeper his fear. Because he knows that the witches have never been the race to give emotions easily, and they are the races that hate the back and deception the most. He once heard Elder Gul said that a transparent man was pecked to death by a crazy sparrow because he had abandoned the Witch woman.
He knew that Jesse would not use this method, his method has always been fierce.
So he had to make a decision-leave here, leave him, leave this memory. Only then would he not have to see the eyes of Jesse's disgust and hatred. Maybe he still misses the unfortunate 'lost' 'Lean', maybe this will draw the most beautiful period for them.
"What are you thinking?" Jesse's face snapped closer.
Small retreated nervously. "Nothing."
"Really?" Jesse raised an eyebrow, looking unpredictable.
Small felt that it was not fear but sorrow that was stuck in his heart. Because this time he didn't need to guess or predict, and he could say with certainty that Jesse hated him. Hate into the bone marrow, otherwise he wouldn't be so troublesome. The only thing he could pray for was that Shi Feixia had better luck than him and could help him move in to help.
"Shi Feixia, will they be okay?" He could not help asking.
Jesse: "Are you worried about them?"
...
If he nodded, would he let Jessina Shi Feixia make them a threat and put them in danger?
Simal hesitated.
"Still, are you worried about Antonio?" Jesse said slowly.
Smarr flinched, his eyes guilty of avoiding his compulsion.
"Don't want to answer?" Jesse unexpectedly didn't bother with the question. He held up the spoon and returned it to his mouth, softly: "Open your mouth."
Smaller looked at him, swallowed, and gave his head back to give in. "I'm not hungry."
Jesse's eyes sank, and he put the spoon back in the bowl. "I don't want to answer, and I don't want to eat. Then, I will give you a third option."
Smaller looked at him nervously.
"Answer me another question. A very simple question." Yesse's eyes were low, looking at the fine pattern on the table, calmly: "We have known each other for so long, have you loved me for a second?" The hand slowly shrunk into a fist. If you look closely, you can see the back of his hand, the blue veins that are raised because of tension.