The puppets' stage play

Chapter 430: Hearing old stories and always hearing new things (page 12)

Thin memories that resembled dreams came to mind.

It was a summer evening.

"...It's so dark." Mi Lu pushed the hair out of her eyes and stared at the sky with a sullen face, feeling a little disappointed.

Thanks to her waiting for so long, there were no stars on her birthday.

The girl pouted, feeling the urge to throw something.

"Haha, it's inevitable. After all, safety is more important than beauty." A gentle voice came from behind, and with the words, a hot touch followed.

Miriam looked into the distance, her black hair scattered behind looked particularly soft, and there was a hint of moisture in her ears.

She has not yet become the founder of the Ministry of Political Science and Law. At this moment, she is just a clerk in the Internal Affairs Department. At best, she is favored by some people.

"However, I still feel disappointed... I am in trouble..."

There was a murmuring voice from underneath her, and she lowered her head, looking up at her with a sad face, with an inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

"How could it be~" Unable to help, Miriam felt her heart soften, and she couldn't hide the smile at the corner of her mouth. She reached up with her palms and stroked the satin-like hair, and her eyes became serious.

"I love my Mi Lu the most. No matter when you are naughty and want to steal food, or when you are so well-behaved that I feel bad for you, no matter who you are, you are my most precious daughter."

"...Hmm." The girl's face was flushed, but her eyes couldn't help showing joy.

However, the next moment, the other party's words made her heart tremble.

"It's just that thinking that you will marry someone sooner or later, as a mother, I feel a little..." Mirian's eyes trembled, and she couldn't help stroking the child under her.

Mi Lu's expression changed slightly, and there was some resistance in her eyes.

"That's probably... um..."

"Are you talking about something?" After waking up from her melancholy, Miriam looked at the other party with a little confusion in her eyes.

"...No." Mi Lu smiled sweetly, as if nothing had happened.

"By the way, this..." Mi Lu's heart moved, and she suddenly dug at her waist and took out something.

"........................."

Milo looked at the thing quietly.

A hairpin.

The edges are white, and in the middle are three connected sections of blue that change gradually. The whole is full of tranquility and elegance.

"That's not my thing." Ruyuan's aura spread, and Milo said calmly.

Indeed, her mother had given her such a gift in the past, but at the same time, she also clearly remembered that that thing was still in her collection, and there was no way it could be the thing in the other person's hand.

"Indeed." The girl with golden eyes nodded, and then she looked here. The hairpin in her hand shone slightly, as if it was under the sun.

"It was just a thing that could be seen everywhere at that time. Even I didn't think it was anything special."

Facing Milo's gaze, Belusa said calmly.

"...Well, let's continue talking." Milo smiled, then sat down again and looked here calmly.

Ran Xiuzhu's eyes trembled slightly, and the murderous intention disappeared. She couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment in her heart. Then she calmed down and looked at the situation at the scene.

Ibel smiled happily.

Han Shiyin couldn't help but look to one side. There was a young man standing there. She looked at it blankly and lost her movement for a moment, while Yu Qingchen next to her looked at her in surprise.

Fait looked at Belusa as always, and only when he looked at that person, there was a trace of warmth in his eyes.

Mulko stayed silently behind Belusa, while Yang Zizai mingled in the crowd, receiving the gazes of Wang Fuzhi, Zhao Junzi and others. The meaning in his eyes made him a little confused.

Qi Xiu didn't squint, just looked forward quietly. As for the line of sight not far away...he had actually noticed it a long time ago, but as he looked straight ahead, he didn't have much trouble in his heart.

Even if he is just a profit-driven puppet now, he still won't do such a thing.

Because, he is just 'Qi Xiu', not Qi Xiu.

Involuntarily, there seemed to be a murmur in my heart.

(That's someone who has nothing to do with me, so I can't disturb him.)

His eyes flickered, then calmed down again, still looking ahead, unmoved.

Han Shiyin turned her cheek sideways, lowered her eyelids, opened and closed her lips, but made no sound.

Yu Qingchen pretended to look away normally, but she was recalling the other person's mouth shape in her heart, and she tried to read it in her heart.

("If Qian Ruo has a heart-to-heart understanding, Yi Ji will always be with you. Why is the forest withering.")

Belusa's eyes were clear, ignoring the expressions of everyone behind her, and she looked at the other party solemnly.

"Master Milo, you have made great contributions to this federation. Therefore, originally, we had neither position nor reason to stop you."

"However, we are still here, using this 'disrespectful' behavior, using things like 'human words', 'power', and 'favor' to try to bind you with conventional laws."

"Logically speaking, judging from this selfish behavior, even if you take action to kill us, it is not an exaggeration at all."

Her expression became more serious, and a strong aura spread out.

Milo smiled, but the expression on his face became calm, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

"That's not the case. You are young people after all. Normally, I wouldn't take action over trivial matters."

Belusa knew in her heart that the other party's implication was that he had indeed had the idea of ​​taking action before.

"Yes, I know very well that that kind of thing cannot stop you. Therefore, my original intention is just to see you in person. Next, please listen to what each of us thinks."

The gold in Belusa's eyes became more and more dazzling, as if she was shining. Looking from the side of her face, it even gave people a divine feeling. At this moment, she was more dazzling than the several idols who stood up.

"It's up to you to decide how you want to do it."

"This is your right as well."

Belusa lowered her head in a respectful manner. The people behind her looked at each other and then made the same move.

"Do I choose on my own..." Milo whispered, and then looked at the figure in front of him again, with a smile on his face, "As expected of the descendant of that princess."

He closed his eyes, but a sentence could not help but echo in his heart.

He is neither Milo nor Mi Lu, he just inherited everything from those two people, a new existence born from grief and despair. Therefore, when faced with the regrets of the past, he will also feel 'regret', but that is just a habit.

The real him is actually......

Scenes of scenes came to him, and he saw the future after his choice.

"Then come."