The Reader and Protagonist Definitely Have to Be in True Love

The blood contract can be annulled by the caster since he has absolute power over the other.

Du Ze was stupefied for a while. His stupid brain couldn’t process the words. Is the protagonist unexpectedly asking him to leave? Doesn’t Xiu value only his own life? Doesn’t he just prefer to use other people? Why is he willing to let Du Ze leave while he waits for death here?

Du Ze cried, he really cried. FML, the Holy Saint shined his light and the cute hero actually returned. My body was damaged and you immediately believed in the Holy Saint’s love, not knowing that this person is the chief architect of your woes.

This young man pledges his life to see you sitting on the throne of the Supreme God.

Du Ze was just about to open his mouth to speak the words of loyalty in his heart when his headphones went on strike again. This time the batteries did not run out, instead the wire was melted by the black rain.

Du Ze … Du Ze sighed. It doesn’t matter, this young man is used to it …. haha.

You are definitely an enemy agent (meow spy) sent by Yi Ye Zhi Qiu!!! All I wanted to do was the increase my favorability rating!!! WTF!!!

All of this inner turmoil went unnoticed. Xiu only saw that Du Ze made a renewed effort to hug him more closely to his bosom. The black-haired youth’s face was cold. Bending over to protect Xiu from the corrosive black rain, Du Ze’s eyeglasses were half melted but they couldn’t hide the cold anger in his eyes. This was the first time that Xiu saw him express a strong emotion. That person was always serious in speech and manner … why is he angry?

Xiu bowed his head, his flaxen hair softly falling down his face, hiding his expression.

Perhaps the return of the cute hero brought them good luck. Du Ze had just walked a few steps when he finally saw a good hiding place. It was a crack in a rock wall. The length was about one meter and the space inside was not wide. Xiu’s gnome form could barely fit inside.

Covering the opening with his body, Du Ze sat outside. Although he was drenched by the black rain, the situation now was better than before. Du Ze believed that he would be able to survive until midnight when his body would be restored. Sure enough, once a person gets the restore power, the lower limit of his body will be tested and he will have the courage to challenge all kinds of deadly situations. Now that they are safe and the cute hero has returned, what awaits them is a glorious future.

While Du Ze was happily thinking of the beautiful future he would have while following the cute hero, Xiu’s small hand grabbed Du Ze’s index finger, squeezing it hard. Du Ze lowered his head to look at Xiu’s face. It was very white, not like the gnome’s skin, more like the undead’s pallor, but his amber eyes were unusually bright. In those eyes Du Ze could see his corpse-like reflection: his hair was all gone, his skin was melted into a hideous mess, and the underlying muscles were exposed.

… 0-point restore is a good skill, right?

Then Du Ze saw Xiu smile in a way totally unlike the Lich’s sneer. In the gnome’s small face, there appeared a pair of very cute dimples.

He said, “…”

Du Ze’s eyes seemed pure and bright but actually inside he was in a daze. Xiu lay down on the ground and closed his eyes, hiding the darkness deep in his eyes.

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He will not tell the man that he had already seen shelter.

He will only say to him: Put me down, you can go.

He will not tell the man that he will kill him the moment he abandons him.

He will only say to him: I will cancel the blood contract. You won’t die because of me.

He will not tell the man that he doesn’t want to let go.

He will only say to him: I will hold you tight.

That person who, under the black rain, bent down to protect the figure that lay on his bosom – he will hold on to him and never let him go.

– [black box]

The author has something to say:

Protagonist: I will hold you tight.

Reader: Please, let go.

Author: Gnomes are sensitive, curious, and stubborn.

Reader: **** it’s not stubborn, it’s paranoia! Wipe, wipe the sh**! Looking for group, let’s spray the author with Aunt Flo’s blood.