What does this... mean?

What does he mean?

To pursue...not to pursue?

The last smile is...what does it mean!!!

Why are you looking at me like this...why are you smiling...what do you mean?!

Questions, countless questions, poured out crazily in David's mind - he could never give a satisfactory answer by himself!

His trembling palm still stopped in front of the dagger, without actually picking it up.

until.

"What are you doing?!"

A white palm picked up the dagger directly in front of David... David suddenly looked up and saw Renas.

"I..." David opened his mouth.

Renas frowned at this time, casually put the dagger on her belt, then leaned forward and helped David up with difficulty, "What happened just now? Why did Master Buzby let him go all of a sudden?"

is you?"

David paused for breath.

Renas... seemed to have finally seen the scene where Buzby fed her vampire blood... Maybe she didn't know about this?

"I...I don't know either..." David shook his head and said with a wry smile: "But...at least he didn't die. No matter what the reason is, it is something to be thankful for."

"Well! The most important thing is to survive!" Renas agreed with this, and then asked directly: "How do you feel now? Can you still move?"

She does not care about David in this way, but now only David can take her to the paradise created by the revolutionary army for the descendants of the ancient race to live... She needs him.

"I can walk...not fast." David said rather weakly. It was clear that his ribs were almost completely broken, but now that the blood in his body was boiling, the pain had gradually subsided. "You...take a look at Mera's condition...

…”

"I already saw it when I came here. Your companion is still breathing!" Renas said hurriedly: "I am weak and can't carry it!"

"I'll do it..." David bit, "I still have some recovery potions on me."

Not at all...but I can only use this excuse.

When he saw Renas nodded without any doubt and actively ran to Mera's side, David slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He found that he was becoming more and more adept at lying.

…

Squeak-yah-!

At the door leaf, the sound of the door shaft biting was continuous, long and slow.

Buzby leaned against the door and looked up into the room... Blood flowed from the blade wound on his chest, soaking his boots.

On the way here, there were almost all his bloody footprints.

Buzby's eyes were dim, like a drowsy patient, his eyelids trembling as he struggled to keep them open. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, what came out was just a sound similar to exhalation.

The girl was sitting on the sofa... with her pillow on the corner of the sofa, her little hand like a jade lotus root supporting her chin, just watching Buzby come in.

"Mina..." Buzby's voice suddenly became clearer.

"Brother, you are back..." The girl chuckled softly and said softly: "Mina is hungry...brother."
Chapter completed!