Wooden Dungeon and Sharingan, you want me to be your assistant?

The night is like ink.

On the ancient battlefield, a small bonfire rises with a faint point of Martian light.

Jiang Ping and the two chose to rest temporarily in a pothole on the battlefield.

A bonfire piled up with dry firewood was burning in front of him, and Jiang Ping and Yan Yue were sitting side by side, holding a few skewers of roasted meat in their hands and roasting on the fire.

Anyway, they have already come to the realm of the Holy King City, and there are no humans or monsters here.

They don't have to be too vigilant.

"After eating this meal well, eat a little full, I don't know how many opportunities there are to eat so leisurely from tomorrow."

Jiang Ping put a good seasoning on his own barbecue, and then also helped Yan Yue's barbecue with seasoning.

"Blah blah, can't you say something nice?" Yan Yue pinched him and hummed, "We will definitely be able to complete the task smoothly and go home early."

"Yes, yes, look at my mouth, I can't even speak." Jiang Ping patted his mouth—gently, of course.

The Holy King City is just ahead, and you can see the faint holy light shining here.

Yan Yue looked ahead, with a longing light in his eyes

, "I don't know how many people want to come to the Holy King City, but now we are here."

"On the bright side, maybe someone else would have already passed." When we went to the Holy King City tomorrow, we found that the city gate had already been opened, and Wei Lin and Zhao Mei were waiting for us at the city gate, and then laughed at us for coming so late. Jiang Ping said.

"Poof." Yan Yue couldn't help but be handsome, "You think so well."

Jiang Ping grinned: "I don't even dare to think about it, so how can it work?"

"Okay, eat early, rest well, and leave early tomorrow."

"Okay!"

Jiang Ping divided three by five, and quickly wiped out the roast.

The environment here is really not good, although it is much warmer, not as cold as before, but the atmosphere of killing on the battlefield is really unrelaxing.

Fortunately, they are all old performers who often perform tasks, and they have long been accustomed to this feeling of wandering, and they did not complain, and they just found a flat ground and slept.

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The bonfire was gradually extinguished, and bright moonlight hung in the sky.

The night breeze is slightly cold, mixed with the solemn atmosphere left on the battlefield, like a ghost in the dark, sweeping up from time to time, like a nightmare.

Jiang Ping did not sleep very peacefully, and in the middle of the night, he was awakened by an indescribable strange atmosphere.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Under the bright moonlight, there stood a silhouette - Yan Yue also woke up.

She stood not far away, looking in the direction of the Divine King City, and the white moonlight fell on her, casting a layer of dreamy light, like a fairy under the moon, so beautiful that people couldn't believe it.

"Xiao Yue?"

Jiang Ping called softly.

"Huh?" Yan Yue turned around, "You're awake too."

"Well, can't sleep." Jiang Ping stood up, walked to her side, and also looked in the direction of the Holy King City

, "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you looking at?"

The front was still the direction of the Divine King City, and it was no different except for the faint golden light.

"I didn't see anything, I just couldn't sleep, just look at it." Yan Yue withdrew his gaze and looked at him, with a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, beautiful and moving.

Jiang Ping looked at her, suddenly stunned, and said with some shock

, "Xiao Yue, why are you crying?"

"Huh?"

Yan Yue didn't seem to react.

But two lines of clear tears slowly slipped down her eye sockets, leaving two clear tear marks on her cheeks and dripping to the ground.

"How do I... Crying?

Yan Yue raised his hand and touched his face, touching wet tears.

"Are you all right? What happened? Jiang Ping quickly comforted softly, looking concerned

, "I'm fine, but I don't know... What the hell is going on here.

Yan Yue kept wiping her tears, but no matter what, her tears couldn't stop flowing, dripping on the ground one by one, splashing into a tear.

She finally cried, her voice with an unconcealed whimper, and the tears wiped more and more.

"What happened?" Seeing her like this, Jiang Ping was also a little flustered, and didn't know what to do, so he could only gently pat her back to comfort her.

"Jiang Ping..." Yan

Yue finally couldn't hold on, threw himself into Jiang Ping's arms, and cried loudly.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side, don't cry." Jiang Ping hugged the woman in his arms, gently patted her back, and comforted her softly.

But Yan Yue still cried very badly and cried very sadly.

Her tears couldn't stop flowing, and soon wet Jiang Ping's clothes in front of her.

No matter how Jiang Ping comforted, Yan Yue couldn't stop crying, it seemed that something heartbroken had happened, making her emotions completely collapse at this moment.

At this time, no matter what others say, she can't listen to it, and can only wait for her to calm down.

So Jiang Ping stopped talking, just kept holding her, so that she could cry as much as she wanted and vent her emotions.

Slowly, the crying gradually stopped.

Yan Yue cried so tiredly that he fell asleep directly in Jiang Ping's arms.

Jiang Ping carefully took her down and let her continue to sleep on top of him.

Yan Yue's eyes were swollen with tears, and there were messy tear marks on her cheeks, even if she was asleep, her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, I don't know if she couldn't sleep even in her dreams.

Jiang Ping didn't know why she was crying.

Everyone has something hidden in their heart that only they know.

Some things are too heavy, maybe others don't understand, or maybe they don't want others to know, so they can only carry them by themselves.

But after all, people are not ironclad, and there will be times when emotions are out of control.

Once the things hidden in the heart cannot be suppressed, those regrets, pains, sadness, heaviness and other emotions that have been suppressed for too long will explode, and all the psychological defenses that have been held for a long time will be broken in an instant.

Jiang Ping didn't know what happened to Yan Yue.

But there must also be some things in her heart that only she knows and does not want to say to outsiders.

These things had been suppressed in her heart for too long, and finally on this day, she was touched at a moment, and she couldn't bear it anymore.

If it weren't really because she couldn't control it, she wouldn't cry in front of Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping couldn't do anything, he could only look at her haggard appearance with distress.

Tomorrow Yan Yue woke up, if she didn't take the initiative to tell Jiang Ping, Jiang Ping wouldn't ask her what happened tonight to make her so sad.

This is the most basic courtesy.

"Sleep well."

He carefully pulled away the messy hair on the girl's forehead and stared at her sleeping face, very distressed.

What kind of heavy thing would make a girl who has always been strong unable to control her emotions?

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