puppet master

-nine-

I found a bronze mirror in the cloth bag.

Then dipped some blood that was still warm from Xueren's hollow chest, and carefully dabbed it on his lips.

My complexion became extraordinarily gorgeous because of this deep red, and the young man in the mirror looked mesmerizingly, even a little wickedly beautiful.

"Xue Ren, do you like my appearance?"

no answer.

There will be no more answers.

I helped my brother sew up his chest and abdomen, and waited quietly for the moment when he came back to life.

After about half a stick of incense, my brother's eyeballs moved and slowly lowered.

I didn't make any manipulations, he was moving by himself, he didn't glare or attack me, he just sat firmly on the spot, lowering his eyes slightly.

Did you make it?

Thank goodness, thank you Xue Ren.

He is really sincere, and that heart is easy to use.

"Brother, look at me." I called him.

He wouldn't move, perhaps not quite used to it yet.

I called him again: "Brother, I'm Luoluo..."

The elder brother's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he raised his eyes stagnantly. The voice that came out was rusty and hoarse after being sealed for a long time: "Lolo? So, Ah Yan, his name is Lolo..."

He called me... Ah Yan? !

"What did you say?" I looked at him hesitantly.

When my brother was alive, he had never seen such eyes.

Translucent and clear, ignorant and pious, it obviously grows in the severe cold, but it seems to be smiling like spring water.

Those were Snow Ren's eyes.

God, God.