Miu Ge's eyes showed endless sadness, but his tone remained calm.
"Until last year, Seth came to me one night. That night he played the piano for me, and I danced for him, and then... After him, he became my first man, and the only man so far. To Now I don't know whether I am lucky or unlucky. He protected my body, but in the end he hurt my heart!" Miao Ge suddenly smiled softly, glanced at Rody, and said lightly: "You know. Why didn’t I say anything even if I saw through you that you were a fake Seth?”
"Why?"
Miao Ge smiled faintly: "I'm not as noble as you think, but you are you and I am me. What does your matter have to do with me... What's more..." Miao Ge's voice gradually deepened: "Really Seth has left. Now that you are here, other men will not dare to bully me. If I expose you, you will certainly be unlucky, but Seth will not come back after you are done. At that time, I will have no support. , those men can bully me at will... Huh... As long as whoever has more money and more power, they can abuse me at will, just like... like them!" Miao Ge pointed to the door gently.
After hearing the last few words, Rody couldn't help but tilted his head and poured all the wine in the bottle into his mouth. He sighed and looked at Miao Ge, but couldn't say a word.
After an unknown amount of time, Roddy let out a long breath: "Thank you, you are very honest."
Miu Ge smiled faintly.
Rody sighed: "To be honest, I'm really confused today. Tomorrow I'm going to face something I've never faced before, but... after all, I'm not the real Seth. I'm not the real Tulip. Duke."
Miu Ge's eyes were a little gentler, and he looked at Roddy and said: "I am a woman, and I don't know much about fighting, but I could see that day that your swordplay is much better. I don't know about other aspects. But when it comes to fighting, I believe you are better than Sitter himself."
Roddy's face was already hot from the alcohol, and his head was a little hot - he had never drunk so much wine.
"Really?" Rody puffed out his chest.
Miu Ge smiled slightly, and her eyes gently turned on Rody's face. Her eyes became a little strange. She suddenly whispered: "Although you look the same as him, your eyes are different. Seth Very smart, his eyes are full of wisdom, and sometimes a little cunning. But you are different... your eyes are very clean and simple. "
Miu Ge suddenly stood up and smiled: "Do you want to see me dance?"
"Think!" Rody blushed a little - not because of the wine.
Miu Ge smiled lightly and walked slowly to the center of the room. She was wearing a thin silk robe and stood barefoot. The hem of the silk robe revealed a straight and slender calf, as white and soft as ivory.
Without any music, Miao Ge suddenly started to move!
Her dancing posture was completely different from her indifferent temperament. She looked light and happy, as if she had forgotten all the suffering in her life. She is like an elf, integrating her life into her dancing.
The corners of her clothes were flying, and her legs were so light, so nimble, and so dazzling.
There was a strange look in Rody's eyes, and he couldn't help but shouted loudly:
"Luo Shang is dancing lightly, Si Jun is dancing!
The sword is ruthless, the beauty has no dreams! "
Miu Ge's face was filled with flying spirit, her beauty was like an elephant's tusks, the scent of musk deer, and the horns of an antelope! It is the most attractive and precious part of her life!
It is also the source of all her misfortunes...
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Just as it started suddenly, Miao Ge's dance ended just as suddenly, as if a piece of music reached its final part and then stopped abruptly!
Miu Ge stopped, his body slowly falling like a lonely leaf. There was a bit of blush on her face, and there were faint beads of sweat on her forehead, but her eyes still retained some of that amazing look.
"Those words you just said are so nice. What do they mean?"
Rody smiled softly.
Miu Ge frowned again: "It seems to be a bard's poem, but it's different... What is it?"
Rody was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed, thinking that these lines of poetry that he thought were weird were unintentionally written from the "Sunflower Collection" left by the old guy in Dandong two hundred years ago. How could he tell this? she
He smiled casually: "I said this suddenly in a moment of excitement."
Miu Ge looked at Roddy up and down with strange eyes, and finally stopped asking any more questions.
I also drank wine and watched the dance. Rody felt that all the depression in his heart had suddenly disappeared. He stood up and looked at Miao Ge: "Thank you, Miss Miao Ge. I'm not very good at talking, but I want to tell you that I can talk to you today." I’m very happy to meet you now.”
A strange look appeared on Miao Ge's face: "Are you leaving?"
Rody nodded, feeling vaguely that there might be something wrong with him if he didn't leave. But he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Thinking of this, Rody nodded to Miu Ge, turned around and walked to the door.
"Rody!" Miao Ge suddenly shouted.
"You...will you come to see me again?" Her voice seemed a little strange.
"Yes." Rody smiled and said firmly: "As long as I can come back from the northwest alive, I will definitely come to see you!"
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Roddy walked out of the gate of the cave, stood on the street, and couldn't help but stretch. I just felt that the momentum in my heart returned to me - his previous depression was inevitable and human. Just imagine that he is a young boy who has just grown up. No matter how superior his strength is, no matter how tenacious his perseverance is, no matter how much rigorous training he has received these days, no matter how much knowledge the old skeleton Andy has instilled in him, his psychology will always be the same. Still a young man.
Before taking on such a big responsibility, inner ups and downs are inevitable.
Rody was just about to lead his horse when suddenly a hand was put on his shoulder.
Rody was shocked. With his current strength, ordinary people would never come up behind him without him noticing. His body immediately grabbed him backwards like a conditioned reflex, then he lowered his shoulders and tried to get out of the way.
Suddenly he felt that the hand on his shoulder was withdrawn again. Rody turned around and saw an old face full of wrinkles in front of him, his eyes full of amusement.
"Mark! You!"
"Boy, that's good. You actually have the heart to come to a place like this... It seems that you have learned all of Master Seth's habits." Mark rolled his eyes.
When he was alone with Mark, he was definitely not the honest and obedient groom. Roddy would never forget Mark's identity - he was an old monster who had lived for more than two hundred years!
"You... how do you know I'm here?" Rody subconsciously looked at the door of the cave next to him, his face a little red.
"Humph." Mark said calmly: "There is nothing I don't know that old man wants to know! Come with me!" After saying that, he went to pull Roddy's arm.
"Where are you going? Going home? Nicole sent you to find me?"
"No! I'm looking for something to do with you!" Mark's tone became serious.
Rody couldn't help but follow Mark - under his men, although Rody had superb swordsmanship and martial arts, he seemed to have no use at all.
"Go...where?"
Mark suddenly stopped and looked back at Roddy. His eyes were more serious than ever before: "Boy, do you think that with your current three-legged cat skills, you can come back alive from going to the northwest? Let me tell you, how many commanders of the fourth-level warriors in the northwest army are there? What's the result? Not yet. Lost your head in the hands of Reuenthal? I know that Miss Nicole cares about you, so if you die and that little girl is sad, it will be very inconsistent with my responsibilities. So your grandfather's grandfather, I. , I want to give you some tips to save your life!”
After saying that, Mark didn't look back and pulled Roddy into a path.
Grandpa’s grandpa? What the hell is this called? Rody thought angrily: Damn, that old guy has lived for more than two hundred years. In terms of actual age, isn't he older than his grandfather's grandfather