Armor: I'm in Nava, but I'm Oxer?

Yuzu was overwhelmed by the overwhelming enthusiasm of the welcome, her little hands unsure of what to do. She kept pulling away from the welcoming hand and holding Zhang Zhao's hand, seeking solace in her heart.

Excessive neglect is a form of emotional abuse.

Lonely passion is also a form of thermal violence.

These are all things that people can't do without.

The pomelo used to encounter the former, but now it's the latter.

I'm not used to it, I really am not used to it.

"Hey, hey, hey. Aren't you being a bit too enthusiastic? What are you doing? Can't you see even Yuzu can't stand it?"

Zhang Zhao came to Youzi's rescue.

This welcome seemed so tactful just now, but now that they know who I am, it's turned into a social terrorist thing. What's going on?

Social anxiety is your toy!

"Yes, yes, I was too happy. It was my fault, I apologize!"

Welcome to stop the continued physical actions on the grapefruit.

But the smile on his lips couldn't be stopped; the beautiful curve remained there, never disappearing.

Xiao Tian, ​​watching the welcoming and happy moment, thought, "Why don't you get down to business?"

"Is this police officer a cultivator?"

Xiao Tian observed carefully. He could tell from Zhang Zhao's physique that he was a person who had been trained for a long time. As for his stance and breathing, he couldn't tell. Perhaps he was a trained martial artist.

Given that he seems to know a lot, and now he's brought a hidden cultivator with him, it's hard not to suspect his identity.

Perhaps only those who cultivate books can meet this requirement.

Ok?

Zhang Zhao raised an eyebrow.

You actually have such an idea? I have to say, Xiaotian's thinking is quite flexible.

"Unfortunately, I am not a cultivator. I am just an ordinary person passing by."

Zhang Zhao shook his head, denying Xiao Tian's statement.

"Ordinary people..."

Xiao Tian was about to ask how an ordinary person could know so much, but decided to give up on digging deeper. Xiao Tian decided to respect other people's ideas; perhaps they had some reasons they didn't want to say.

Xiao Tian thought about what had happened in his own ears, and he chose to understand.

"A sorcerer? If only Officer Zhang were one, then we could all gather together..."

The more people there are, the more people can speak.

"By the way, now that you're here, Yuzu, let's check our information."

Zhang Zhao had originally intended to steer the conversation in that direction, but unexpectedly, Huan Ying took the initiative to start the conversation directly.

"it is good……"

Yuzu responded softly.

Zhang Zhao brought her here so that she could face her mission directly; there were some things she needed to do herself.

She tried to be braver. Because of Zhang Zhao's presence, the two sides had shared most of their known information. Youzi didn't reveal too much about Zhang Zhao's side of information, but only talked about the monster that used to live inside her body.

Yuzu once again reopened her wounds.

It was revealed.

However, with Zhang Zhao's help, this was no longer her most vulnerable side. She was gradually able to face it, and her speech became much more fluent.

Welcome and the others expressed their sympathy for Yuzu's plight and marveled at the greatness and courage of Yuzu and her ancestors. A thousand years, a thousand years, is not a very long time, but for a family, it may have been forty generations...

Our ancestors no longer know what to call them.

Grandma...Grandpa...

Perhaps even longer than the relationship between Grey Wolf and Wu Dalang.

For the other two lineages, what was passed down was nothing more than skills. However, Huanying's skills and knowledge were clearly inferior to those of her maternal and great-grandmothers. It was unclear whether Huanying was simply lacking or if something was missing during the process of passing on her skills...

For those who practice Tibetan Buddhism, this may be a curse that is passed down through bloodlines.

But it was passed down, and it was passed down to one's closest relatives.

He spent the first half of his life being affected by this monster, and then spent the second half healing it, watching his daughter suffer in the process... The bitterness of it all is unimaginable.

It's hard to imagine what would happen if a ruthless person emerged in one of the generations and shouted, "I'm not having any more children!"

But this did not happen.

The lineage of great Tibetan practitioners...

The most courageous vajra that pierced Lu Fa's back brought with it a bloodline curse that would last for a thousand years.

Why shouldn't it be celebrated?

Words cannot convey pain and feelings, and people can never fully empathize with things they haven't experienced. But Yuzu looked at these new listeners besides Zhang Zhao and Ai Xuan; they were trying their best to listen, understand, empathize, and reflect...

That's enough, isn't it?

Yuzu really enjoys the feeling of being understood.

It gives one a sense of recognition and praise.

Yes.

They have been suffering, but no one has understood them, and they can't tell outsiders. It's as if they are doing something great, but no one understands them. The loneliness is terrifying.

After doing so much, it seems like it was all worthwhile.

Yuzu was very happy, feeling like she was the luckiest and happiest of all the Tibetan cultivators, because she was probably the only one who would be thanked.

Yuzu remembered her parents after she was born and the curse was transferred.

Her mother took her father and left her, not wanting to get close to this unfortunate person. She could only live with her maternal grandmother.

After Zhang Zhao first told her that the Tibetan cultivators were passing on a monster through their bloodline, she understood why her mother was like that.

She understood her mother a little, but only a little.

She didn't choose to be a great person or a good mother, that's all.

…………

Yuzu looked at that tall figure again. Ever since she met him under that sunset, her fate had taken a turn for the better. He always understood her. Yuzu knew that Zhang Zhao must have experienced a lot since childhood, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.

But when she asked Ai Xuan, she also knew nothing about Zhang Zhao's past.

It seems that indeed no one knows about his earlier past.

Except for himself.

He never said it.