Spirit Hotel

Chapter 114: Coconut entanglement (1)

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Recap-

(In Yuanshujie, before going to the palace, Jesse invited Smal to get on the carriage alone.)

Small stepped on the carriage with one foot, and a white hand stretched out in front of him.

He looked up in surprise.

Jesse was smiling at him. That kind of pampered and slightly playful eyes brought him back a thousand years ago. At that time, he also liked to look at him like this, stretched out his hand, pulled him into the car, and often pulled him for a long time and was reluctant to let go.

Unexpectedly, Small stretched out his hand, as he often did a thousand years ago, and put his palms together in his.

As soon as Jesilius exerted force, Smar couldn't help but pounce on him.

The door slammed shut.

Small wanted to sit up in a panic, but was slammed around his waist.

Jesse let go of his hand, pinched his chin instead, and raised his head so high that he had to meet his eyes.

Small's heart sank suddenly.

It turned out to be an illusion just now, and they could never go back to the past.

Either before he chose to leave, or after he discovered his lies. There was only naked disgust and hatred in those eyes that once contained thousands of tenderness and sweetness. And in the hatred and hatred, he clearly saw his own reflection.

His heart ached fiercely. It wasn't the stuffy pain like being wrapped in cotton balls, but a sharp, crazy pain like stomping meat with a knife!

"Welcome, come back to my arms." The corners of Jesse's mouth slowly raised.

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The mountain road is long and the carriage is bumpy.

Small looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window... and the shallow reflection on the window.

Jesse's eyes were tightly closed. After saying that, he ignored him, just closed his eyes and rested. It was only at this time that he could stare at him so recklessly. Although it was only a shadow that was almost transparent, it was already very satisfying for him.

He stretched out his fingers slowly. The fingertips touched the reflection lightly, those bushy eyebrows.

Although his hair is white, his eyebrows are still dark and thick.

Small greedily wiped it again and again.

Suddenly, he found that those eyes had been opened and were staring at him for a moment.

Small was startled, his fingers slowly clenched into fists, "Are you awake?"

Jesse asked lightly, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at..." He sat up straight and stared straight ahead, "This doesn't seem to be the way to the palace."

"Do you still remember the way to the palace?" Jesse sneered.

Small shrank his head and dared not speak. Because at the beginning he colluded with Locketini to escape at the palace.

"Don't go to the palace." As if seeing enough of his embarrassment, Jesse broke the silence.

A trace of panic flashed in Small's eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "I am the third prince of the Elf world."

Jesse was silent.

"My royal brother won't let you mess around with you..." Before he could finish his words, the body pressed by Jesse slammed into the window.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be showing my temper at this time." Jesse was laughing, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. "If you want to be the third prince, you should have done it more than a thousand years ago. At this time... you Isn't it too late?"

Small held his breath nervously. His face was so close to him that with just a slight lift of his head, his lips could touch the bridge of his nose... just like when he was taking a nap and Jesse always attacked him when he wasn't looking.

"So, be obedient." Jesse's voice softened, "Lane."

A 'Lane' broke all of Small's thoughts. He widened his eyes and watched as Jesse slowly backed away, his face returning to his previous expressionless expression.

Small slowly sat up straight and said in a low voice, "What exactly do you want?"

"Don't ask. Ryan." Jesse put a finger to his lips. "Don't ask anything."

Small had to swallow the words.

The mountains are getting higher and higher.

Looking at the more and more familiar scenery on the roadside, Small's heart sank more and more.

The carriage stopped suddenly.

Jesse opened the door, looked at Smal who was stunned, and sneered: "Do you want me to help you down again?"

Small looked around and jumped out of the carriage.

The front and rear of the mountain road were empty, and he secretly calculated the possibility of escaping from here.

Jesse walked toward the grove along the mountain road, his hair and figure conspicuous even though the surrounding trees were lush.

The driver of the carriage was just an ordinary Witch Tribe. Smar measured his strength and had to admit that this was the best time to escape.

Jesse seemed completely unaware that he was not following, and was still walking forward.

When will you not go now

Smal no longer hesitated, and used wind magic to send himself directly into the air, flying down the mountain road.

As soon as he flew five or six meters away, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, which made his eyes suddenly black out, and countless gold stars rose up, and he fell heavily.

When he fell, his shoulder hit the ground first, and he only heard a click, and the other shoulder also hurt.

He lay on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes widened, trying to sit up, and after a while his vision began to return. Then he saw Jesse coming out of the woods, looking at him mockingly.

At this moment, he had the urge to kill him.

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The severe pain in one shoulder went away, but the other arm was dislocated.

Jesse walked in front of him, squatted down slowly, raised his arm, and said with a smile, "As expected of the third prince, it's really precious, if you drop it casually, your arm will be broken."

Small looked at him, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was very strange. In the past, let alone dislocated, even if he cut a finger, he would angrily blame him for being careless, and then carefully help him bandage the wound... But this one, in addition to mocking, was mocking.

Tears welled up in his eyes involuntarily, and he should hold back. He can lose face in front of others, but he never wants to cry in front of him. Because he knew that even if he dried up his tears and cried, the person in front of him would never frown.

Jesse raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

Small shrank back.

"Even if you're injured, do you want to run away from me?" Jesse's eyes flashed with a storm, and he held his arm tighter and tighter.

Just an inch away, who would escape so close

Small frowned in pain, but gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Jesse watched his face turn paler and paler, and finally let go of his hand, put his hand on his shoulder, and gave it a gentle swipe.

Small snorted, his shoulders had been connected, although still a little sore, but at least he could move.

Jesse stood up, "Can you go?"

Small followed and got up, "Just now, was that the slave spell you hit on me?"

Jesse sneered, "Or what do you think?" He turned and walked towards the woods, Smal following silently behind him.

Although the branches and leaves of the woods are dense, the sun is still inserted from the branches and leaves. The small beams of sunshine of the white flowers are like poles, standing around the road.

Small suddenly remembered where this place was, and he stopped abruptly.

Jesse didn't look back, but asked indifferently, "Do you want to try again?"

Small's face turned pale, his fists clenched and released, released and clenched by his side, and finally raised his heels.

As I walked, there was a faint sound of rushing water.

Sure enough, after more than ten steps, I saw a waterfall rushing down from the top of the mountain, and snow-white water splashed on the Bitan.

Jesse stopped by the pool.

Small walked over hesitantly.

Jesse suddenly turned around, "It was here that we met for the first time."

Small bowed his head. It was not a good memory for him. Because he killed Jesse's snake, he was rude from the beginning, and directly greeted him with various witchcraft of the witch tribe. During that process, he was subdued with almost no shots.

"Lane, it would be great if we could stay on that day forever." He looked at the waterfall, dazed.

Small muttered, "Did you beat me to the bottom of my head?"

"Ah… "

Small raised his head in surprise, only to see a smile he couldn't take back. It's not the kind of sneer and mockery that doesn't laugh, but a sincere smile. He suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Jesse laugh like that in a long time. In his heart, he was actually eager to see Jesse smiling like this.

As if sensing his gaze, Jesse turned his head.

Their eyes met, but no one moved away.

Tears gathered in his eyes again, and Small couldn't help but whispered: "I'm sorry."

Jesse's eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water. He just looked at him fixedly, as if he wanted to see his whole person thoroughly.

"I..." Small wanted to say something, but he had already turned around. Resolutely, without reluctance, he turned around.

Small covered his face mockingly.

Tears flowed from between his fingers.

Jesse turned back and looked at the sad figure with a complicated expression.