Star Iron, but the amount of animation

It seemed to have discovered and locked onto her, then turned and flew towards her.

A red light flashed in Jingliu's eyes under the black veil. She pursed her lips and tried her best to suppress the rage that was rising up in her.

You guys... you better have something really important...

She waited grimly.

Volume 1: Chapter 180: Can I still dislike you?

A ding of a bell woke the boy up.

He opened his eyes.

arrive?

He glanced at the screen and saw that it was indeed the case, so he stood up.

On the screen was an old friend whom I hadn’t seen for many years.

That age is long enough for a short-lived person to live out what can be called a long life.

It is beyond reason, yet expected.

He didn't feel anything special.

The joy of reunion, the eagerness to see each other immediately, the accumulated surging emotions, these are the emotions that should be felt when people who have been separated for a long time meet again, but he could not feel any of them.

Alright alright.

There was nothing he could do.

Let’s get off the boat first.

The cabin opened and we took our first step.

What to say.

An Jing thought.

It seems like there are too many things to say, and I don’t know how to start.

The young man got off the boat, stepped on the mud, and looked quietly at the woman who was standing silently seven meters away.

No one spoke.

An Jing was still thinking about what words would be appropriate as an opening remark.

He always has trouble being serious.

I am casual by nature, and being too serious will only make me feel awkward.

But if I were to start with those frivolous inquiries from the past, it would seem a little inappropriate for such a reunion.

After all, although it was not fraught with difficulties and dangers, it was indeed a tortuous journey.

They all survived with great difficulty after their lives were hanging by a thread.

Then, be more normal and stable.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Absolutely universal.

An Jing admitted that he was indeed out of work.

He really doesn't like this kind of sensational segment...love and hate...

The boy is the kind of person who hates to express something that symbolizes the deepest feelings in his heart with just one or two syllables.

This kind of thing...he prefers to keep it in his heart and then put it into action.

He may never have said a word of liking or loving them.

But when they need him, most of the time, the boy will always show up in time and take over everything.

But does this count as his love for them?

It seems to be, but it seems not to be.

An Jing was distracted again.

In his out-of-focus pupils, the white-haired woman was reflected with her lips tightly pursed together.

"......haven't seen you for a long time......"

She lowered her head and glanced to the other side where no one was, not daring to look the boy in the eye again, and even her words were timid.

Jing Liu didn't think anyone who walked off the boat would be affected...but it was him...it was him...

Why...at this time...

The white hair that fell to the ground blocked her eyes which were already covered tightly with a black veil. The anger in her heart that could not be extinguished disappeared at this moment, and she dared not move at all.

Her difficult and awkward answer brought back the boy's spirit, and An Jing came back to his senses.

He looked at the woman's posture, with one arm folded, her body slightly hunched, not facing him directly. Perhaps she felt guilty about something she had done to him?

The boy wasn't quite sure, there were too many possible outcomes.

Perhaps she felt guilty for killing so many innocent Cloud Riders; perhaps she didn't want to be seen in such a miserable state; or perhaps being in the Demonic Yin for a long time caused some uncontrollable changes in her thinking.

Who knows.

He was unsure.

"I'm not welcome?"

Let’s find a way to talk more first.

Only with enough samples can we make an accurate judgment.

But the woman opposite didn't seem to appreciate it at all and remained silent.

An Jing sighed and simply walked over.

"I'm not here to take you back... and I can't actually take you back. I just came to see how you're doing."

But his approach seemed to make the woman a little uncomfortable, and she even took a small step back, but immediately retracted it, staying where she was, with her right hand tightly grasping a corner of the battle skirt.

An Jingcai noticed that Jingliu was wearing the same battle skirt as before.

But it has become much more dilapidated.

Scars, cracks, and gaps covered the old item that had been with her for who knows how long. Now it was stained with dust, blood, and even a little mud, which had never happened before.

From some details, we can still see that its owner has taken good care of it over the years, but maintenance is ultimately just maintenance, not repair, and those scars are proof of the passage of time.

Standing in front of the woman, he now had to lower his head and look down to see Jingliu's face.

Jingliu finally realized this. She turned her head back, but found that she could only see the boy's chest. Her eyes flickered slightly, as if some memories were touched.

"You... have grown taller..."

The woman's voice sounded as if from another world.

An Jing didn't know whether he should laugh or not.

Coming from her mouth, it didn't seem like it was something to be proud of.

He has indeed grown taller.

With external force.

...instead, it seemed a little pathetic, as if this was some obsession that he could never let go of.

"You haven't changed much."

He glanced sideways.

"It's covered with a black cloth and looks battle-damaged, but it actually looks pretty good."

Jingliu listened to his words, raised his hand, and lightly touched the black cloth that covered his scarlet eyes with his fingertips.

The boy's words brought a little, brief joy, but it disappeared the next moment, and was quickly replaced by another kind of sadness.

The black cloth was like a striking mark. Whenever she touched it or thought of it, the chaos would once again echo in her mind.

When An Jing saw the twitching corners of her mouth, he knew that she was probably thinking about something sad again.

He sighed inwardly.

It is always difficult to comfort a wounded person.

He didn't even dare to show his sigh, for fear of irritating the woman again.

Difficult to handle.

But we have to do it.

An Jing looked up and looked at a mountain.

"Let's go somewhere else to chat. This place has no atmosphere."

He shook his head and walked away.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back.

The woman stood there, motionless.

"What do you mean?"

He was a little helpless: "I haven't done anything to let you down, why are you treating me coldly?"

“I am not….”

Jingliu opened his mouth but didn't say the second half of the sentence.

She looked struggling, as if she was making an extremely difficult decision in her heart.

Eventually, the struggle turned into frustration.

She said nothing, but slowly caught up with the boy.

An Jing raised his eyebrows and continued walking back.

The two of them walked slowly up the high mountain step by step like mortals, and sat on the edge of a steep cliff. They were surrounded by swirling white clouds that enveloped the two of them, seeming to make their faces blurred from each other.

An Jing sat down first, but they didn't sit very close to each other.

The place Jingliu was looking for was a bit far from him.

The boy was really confused and felt a little wronged.

No, what does it have to do with me? Why are you distancing yourself from me?

Even if we put aside the other relationship, the two of them are still senior and junior brothers and sisters after all. What you are doing is really disheartening to him as a senior brother.

Could it be that he felt that he shouldn't have given up on himself and chosen to save them?

It's impossible. This is too ridiculous. His junior sister can't be such a selfish person. The demonic body can only become a little more extreme at most. It won't be a complete reversal of the two extremes, right?

After thinking about it, An Jing felt a little annoyed.

Then who is not a baby over a thousand years old? He doesn't care.

Attack with straightforward words!

"Why are you sitting so far away? Do you dislike me?"

"I-I just..."

Jingliu was hesitant again like before, and no one knew what he was struggling for.

"How come you are even worse than Bai Heng now? You are so nagging and talking to a woman. Is there anything that cannot be said between us?"

He crossed his legs and looked sideways at the woman over there.

The mist was thick but it could not block his view. Her struggling expression suddenly disappeared. After a moment of silence, she suddenly stood up.

Although An Jing didn't know what she wanted to do, it was much better than saying nothing or stuttering.

Let's see what she's going to do first.

The boy chose to stay put and wait for things to change.

She walked behind him and gently pressed her palm on his right shoulder. The shadow slowly became smaller and the woman seemed to squat down.