Compared to the two problem children over there, Yu Mengzhou has more important things to deal with.
After saying those three brief sentences to confess his feelings, Falke's body became heavier. Although his trembling arms were still tightly holding the spirit in his arms, his bones and heart were roaring under the heavy burden, like a suspension bridge that had been stretched straight for thousands of years. The moment the rope was completely loosened, it also began to disintegrate.
"Falke... Falke?" Yu Mengzhou sensed something was wrong. Because he was held too tightly, he couldn't see Falke's expression at all. He could only tilt his neck and cry out as if he was drowning, "Hey! Don't faint. Cheer up!"
The centaur's body was at a loss, but his soul and will were closely connected with the human he loved deeply. Holding Yu Mengzhou, Falke collapsed to the ground like a steep iceberg melting into the sea.
Yu Mengzhou was pressed heavily to the ground by him, which was almost like being locked in an airtight cage. No matter how much he said, he could only say that fortunately he was in a spiritual state at this moment.
"Is he okay?!" Yu Mengzhou struggled and shouted, "Did I hit him silly? Come and have a look!"
Gao Er was in charge of watching over the two guys, while Xieshe hurried over to rescue him—although he didn't know whose rescue he was doing. He trotted over and carefully checked Falke's condition.
"He's fine, he just passed out." Xieshe wanted to help him up, but unfortunately he was powerless. Even though he was knocked unconscious by the hammer, Falke's magic power was violently overflowing, like a group of mad beasts patrolling their territory. He would kill anyone who dared to take Yu Mengzhou away from him.
Yu Mengzhou said quickly: "It's okay! Since he fainted, I'll just watch over him here. There's nothing urgent anyway..."
Looking over Falke's arm, Yu Mengzhou saw Junfeng and Chaosheng's red faces, and said loudly: "Of course, there are also you two! I will tell you about your story later!"
Oh yeah? Junfeng's expression was delighted.
Oh, oh. Pilgrim blinked his eyes and dared not say anything.
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Falke seemed to be dreaming.
His pupils reflected a hazy halo, soft but not dazzling, and his nose was deeply buried in the fragrance that was enough to penetrate the soul, full of vitality, without any stale stench of fear and pain, only soft and rich fragrance, like the most unrealistic dream.
He had smelled this smell before, and before he realized it, he had already clumsily learned to love the owner of the smell. Unfortunately, he was a demon after all, with a natural talent for killing, but no idea about loving people. By the time he really figured it out, it had been too long. Humans often say that after the flowering season has passed, the flowers that bloom next year will no longer be the ones you love this year, so even if he cries the barren demonic realm into an ocean, he can't save his flowers.
"Am I... dreaming?" He asked softly and hoarsely, afraid that if he used a little force, he would blow away this dream that was more fragile than bubbles.
Something soft and warm was touching his cheek.
"What did you dream about?" someone asked.
… That was the voice he had been dreaming about for so long! In order to hear that voice again, to see the person who had that voice again, he was willing to give everything he had, not to mention just answering the question he asked