To tell the truth, even if it was the subordinates who accompanied him from birth to death, when he got along with them, he never faded his suspicions and trusted them boldly, because he knew better than anyone that although the corpses did not dare to resist and offend him on the surface, they had a lot of complaints in their hearts. The reason is simple, he is half human and half corpse, and it is impossible for the zombies to fully accept him, and the reason why they surrender to him is just to save their lives and fear his power. When he got along with them, he never relaxed his vigilance for a moment, and guarded against their hearts that were ready to rebel day and night. That's why he would rather lay down his son and lie at Xia Ren's house than go back to the cave to heal, and he doesn't plan to let them know that he has duel with a Taoist priest and was seriously injured.

She was the one who made him feel safe, and she was the one who made him nervous! He was afraid that the haven he had built up with great difficulty would one day disintegrate......

Ling Li stroked his head, smiled, and solemnly promised, "I won't leave you." ”

Hua Yileng couldn't hide the joy in his heart, and asked innocently: "Really?" ”

"Well, don't you believe me?"

"I believe in you." He let go of her, stood up, took her hand, and said with a little pleading, "From this day onwards, I put my heart in your hands, and you must not break it, you know?" ”

"I'll ...... it," she said, taking his hand and placing it on her right chest, to meet the fiery gaze before continuing, "in my heart!" ”

She once saw a sentence that said: To protect a person, you must first protect his heart. Hua Yileng is a person who lacks a sense of security and trust, and the fact that he can say this proves that he is deliberate and not impulsive. She will certainly not fail him, no matter what she faces in the future.

He suddenly smiled with joy. At this moment, his previous efforts, even if he was weathered and scarred, felt that it was worth it.

. Commings's poem, which reads with deep affection:

"I carry your heart with me,

Hide it with my heart.

Genius will not be forgotten for a long time,

Wherever I go, you are by my side,

Even if I do it alone,

It is also out of the power of loving you.

I never panic in the face of fate,

Just because you are the direction of my destiny;

Everything in the world is like a floating cloud to me,

Just because you are the four directions of heaven and earth in my eyes.

You will always be the ...... that the moon represents"

She's stuck, sorry, she forgot about the back! This is a love poem she likes, but she didn't expect it to come in handy today.

His other free finger poked her forehead: "With your intelligence, how can you write such beautiful poetry?" Isn't it perfunctory to me? And she doesn't seem to be done with it yet.

"You've found out!"

He frowned, and his cold eyes shone directly: "You are really perfunctory to me!" ”

"I'm serious!" I really don't understand romance.

"I don't want to listen to other people's poems, it's someone else's thing, I just want what you say, even if you don't have the slightest literary talent, it doesn't matter." However, he believed that the feelings she wanted to express were genuine.

"Fool." She looked a little moved, and her eyes were full of doting: "Actually, it's better to say more than those three words." ”

"What three words?" He asked knowingly.

"My head is washed, I'm going to sleep." She removed his hand from her chest and made an excuse to flee the scene.