Chapter 184 The Night Attack of the Good Wife Fox

Even if they stepped back into the past together, Roland could still feel the gap in the man's heart.

After losing the shackles, he longed for the indulgence of the past so much, but he would never be able to touch it, just like a man thirsty for water in the desert and the wings of freedom in the cage.

The more you touch, the more that strange coldness will hurt the man's heart.

Ever since choosing a family, the emotions of responsibility and scruples have restricted the man again, and he can no longer find his former self.

And after losing the pillar of the family, the man's mental state is forced to a dead end, and the only goal may be this.

— to cultivate alternatives along their own path.

This is a very realistic reason, that's why he chose Roland. Anyway, let the other party hear about him in prison or in the news anyway, so it's better to let him use it.

This deal was made clear from the very beginning, and both of them agreed.

But it seemed as if he wanted to punish the man who had given up on the past but tried to return in vain. During that short rest, he was found to have an incurable disease that cannot be solved by current technology.

It's time to regret the mistakes I made when I was young and frivolous.

The man said to Roland so easily.

But Roland would not agree to this. He continued to use various means to get money, and the brilliant doctor participated in the man's treatment. The center of gravity of his life began to shift, and he began to constantly rush about this matter.

For those who do what they want, such feelings are thorns in the road, sweet but deadly poisonous weeds.

In the previous life, even if the man died unfortunately, Roland would not avenge him, but sighed and continued his journey.

In the final analysis, their relationship at that time was not as good as it is now.

But in the second half of his regretful career, the seriously ill man attributed all his mistakes to that turning point.

Fetters are poison, feelings are shackles.

He cherished that experience, but wished he hadn't touched it at all. He was a selfish scum in the first place.

But now, Roland, who is dedicated to the life and death of men, has shackles and responsibilities, and is growing towards having feelings, and even changing himself.

Just like the man he once was.

It's so ironic.

If Roland's talent is weaker,

The man might suppress his reluctance and become a real father and son with him, but the man noticed Roland's talent, which was a talent that was beyond comprehension and duplication by mortals like him.

I repeat - the man has reached a dead end.

He was selfish, crazy and desperate, so one day, when Roland returned to the convalescent ward, he saw such a scene.

The man cut open his abdomen, leaving blood and viscera scattered everywhere.

"Now, you are free, my perfect work, move on."

Staring at Roland with his ridiculously protruding eyes like dying goldfish, the man said.

It's too late for help.

In Roland's mind, there was a fierce conflict between reason and impulse. Reason wanted to help the man, but impulse wanted to tear this scum who betrayed his feelings into pieces.

But in the end, they came to a consensus.

——in order not to let him continue to suffer.

——In order to enjoy the fun of killing enemies.

Roland cut off the man's neck, and until he died, the man was laughing and repeating a meaningless sentence.

"That's right, that's fine."

The man who even counted his own death finally succeeded.

The boy stood in a pool of blood, looking at the corpse in front of him.

The past and reality stab each other with daggers, leaving only broken memories.

Want to be whatever you want - but so what?

Want to cherish the relationship—but so what about cherishing the relationship?

Don't want this to happen - what can you do?

At that moment, Roland was lost, and then, his heart that would never make any waves was completely lost, and he was buried in the grave together with his cherished emotions.

All that remains in this body is endless joy.

"Killing my adoptive father with my own hands, so it feels like this, human beings, it's really interesting!"

Standing in the hell-like scene, Roland showed a bright smile.

"I'm going to keep going and see more interesting sights!"

So... I'll do whatever I want.

Don't touch feelings, don't touch fetters, twisted and despicable, go on until you die.

Roland slowly opened his eyes, and someone was slowly approaching him, which awakened his nap consciousness.

Is it Xiaoyu?

In the second half of the night, because Yuzao fell asleep first, Roland simply used her warm body as a pillow and fell asleep.

Then, a beautiful sight came into his eyes.

As if in a dream, luxurious golden eyes, light pink hair like a dream, a peerless beauty who should not stay in the world, is right in front of his eyes.

Yuzao used to lean close to Roland very affectionately when Roland was half asleep and half awake, but today is slightly different.

No matter how close they are, the extremely close distance between their lips touching, is it because of what happened yesterday?

Seeing Yuzaoqian's plump body sticking to his body, Roland couldn't find a place to interrupt this kind of development, so he just looked at Yuzaoqian suspiciously.

"Are you awake? Aster?"

"If you want to take a nap, Xiaoyu will obey you."

Roland didn't speak, because the body pressed against Tamamo's front was so comfortable. Although the whole body covered Roland's body, it wasn't very heavy, but a weight that made people feel warm and reassuring.

"After all, as a virtuous wife, Xiaoyu has already made preparations for sleeping."

"If you want to rest, please continue to enjoy it slowly. If you are already awake, please continue to enjoy it slowly."

The voice of Yumoqian is as soft as the marshmallow on top of hot cocoa, and as sweet as the cream on the cake.

"Are you attacking at night?"

"Can't you? This kind of thing should belong to the scope of my wife, so you should follow my wishes."

Roland, who couldn't find a reason to refute, just looked at Tamazamae.

When the warm breath blended, Roland asked aloud: "Xiaoyu, you seem to be bolder than usual."

Roland had never seen such an active and aggressive Tamamo.

"Have you noticed it? It's more extravagant and bolder than usual. Since I've decided to live like this, no exceptions will be allowed."

"I must seize this opportunity—"

catch? Roland glanced at the thing that was attached to his thigh. As long as he stretched forward, he could grab the big fluffy tail, and then looked back.

"I, Yuzao, will serve you forever with this posture you love."

Different from the usual confession full of jokes and joy, this time Tamamo Mae's words contained a certain determination that there was no way out.

Speaking of which, is it a dream?

Thinking of what Tamamo said before, Roland's eyes gradually became illusory.

But this appearance made Yu Zaoqian's eyes almost burst out with love, "Ah, it's too bad, I can't do it anymore! Now you are the embodiment of a handsome soul! But now your heart is very warm."

Tamamo turned over and sat on Roland's body.

"As a Heroic Spirit, you don't have to eat anything you send up! Hey, is it a Heroic Spirit? Never mind, it doesn't matter!"

Yuzao bit hard on Roland's mouth, licking the wound she had caused.

The silent spell ignited a subtle flame, and the excellent cook Tamamo-mae also perfectly controlled the temperature of the flame, and removed the excess restraint without hurting Roland.

In those golden pupils, Roland saw the flame and love reflected in the blurred eyes, as well as himself being burned to death.

"Am I... being reversed?"

This was Roland's last thought before he lost his mind, listening to Tamamo's panting.

(Adjustment failed...)