People are collapsing iron, it's a medical

Linnay quickly rushed here and prepared to keep his appointment with Xier.

Leaning on the railing, looking at Rivet Town below.

The location of Natasha's orphanage.

It is the highest place in the entire Rivet Town.

From here you can see the entire Rivet Town.

Miracle: The achievement completely eliminated the influence of the Rift on this planet.

In the past, the hordes of Rift Creatures were no longer seen here.

This inevitably made Linnaeus feel a little regretful. He estimated that he would not be able to use skills such as the guillotine for a long time.

At this time, Xier appeared silently behind Linnay.

Noticing that the other person was in a daze, he touched his own slightly cold hands.

He hesitated for a few seconds.

Xier put her hand on Linnae's face.

"Xi'er? When did you come?"

"Just now." Xier took back her hand: "Why are you in a daze?"

"Thinking of you?"

Linnai transferred a beam of energy over, making Xier's hands no longer so cold.

"Well……"

Xier's eyes involuntarily moved away and her cheeks turned slightly red.

Thinking about her or something...

"By the way, what's that bag on you for?"

"A little prop."

"Props?"

"Do not ask!"

"Oh... So, what do you want to do by calling me here?"

Xier put her hands behind her back: "Nothing... just... just chat?"

"That's it..."

The atmosphere between the two people became quiet in an instant.

Xier grabbed the railing nervously.

It was almost possible to leave marks on this already old and dilapidated guardrail.

No...

She doesn't know how to speak!

What about Bronya?

Bronya, help!

Xier looked towards a corner not far away calmly.

A certain large silver-haired guardian was squatting there, winking at her frantically.

Bronya: Go ahead! What are you hesitating about! Miss Du Xier, who is so decisive?

Xi'er: That's easy for you to say! Why don't you go up!

Bronya: Me? I'm done...

She has finished her studies.

Finish all the things that need to be done in one go.

Xier: Fuck...

The two people communicated with each other through eye contact and spoke in voice messages.

Xier: Please help me!

Xi'er: Didn't we agree to join forces? Are you just watching the show? Are you playing?!

Bronya: How can I help you guys while you guys are chatting? How about I call Linnae back and you come help me push?

Xi'er: Get out! Push the yarn!

Xier rolled her eyes. She should have known that the guy was completely unreliable.

but……

What should she do now?

Xier tilted her head to look at the people around her and found that Linnay still had the brooch she gave him pinned on his chest.

“You’re still wearing it…”

"Of course, this is a gift from you, Xier." Linnae said seriously, "I will keep it for the rest of my life."

"If you like it very much, I... I have some more in the orphanage... it just takes some time to find it."

That brooch is certainly unique.

She did it just once.

So the so-called need for time actually means that you have to make one temporarily.

But so many years have passed.

She had long forgotten how to make such small things, and after picking up the weapon, she became a warrior.

She really can't do this kind of delicate work.

"no thanks."

Linnae stroked the brooch on his chest and said gently, "This is the first gift you gave me, Xier."

Hearing this, Seele turned her head away and glanced at Bronya with great pride.

You haven't given any gifts?

Noticing the other person's boastful look, Bronya raised her eyebrows and pointed at herself.

She belongs to him completely now, and her heart is on Linnae. What else is there to give him?

Isn't it enough?

Otherwise, send Beloberg out?

Seele obviously understood what Bronya meant, and her little face suddenly dropped.

Xier: Are you sick? !

She was about to break down.

Bronya took out another crystal ball and shook it gently.

This is also what Linnaeus gave her.

Ok……

Even though it was something from her childhood.

But this was found for her by Linnaeus himself!

Xi'er: "..."

cut!

She is not envious!

she……

No.

She wanted to have a fight with that bastard Guardian Bronya.

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"Well……"

"What's wrong? Why did your expression suddenly change?" Lin Nai looked at him in confusion.

Talk about it.

I felt something was wrong from the beginning.

Xier seems absent-minded.

"No...it's nothing."

Xier let go of the railing: "Come on, Linnae, you haven't been to the orphanage yet, right?"

"That's true. The road here was blocked before."

After the rift is cleared.

The obstructions here would naturally be reduced to ashes along with the core of the star.

So it was easy to enter the orphanage.

Under the leadership of Xier.

Linnaeus walked up the steps and arrived at the gate of the orphanage.

When passing by an iron barrel, Xier paused and stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"No... I just miss it a little."

Xier looked at the iron barrel with a complicated expression: "I...had my first fight in my life because of this."

"this?"

Linna looked over curiously: "Because of a... bucket?"

"At that time, I wandered aimlessly in the streets every day. When I was thirsty, I went to the orphanage's relief center to ask for water. When I was hungry, I exchanged the rags I picked up with street vendors for biscuits."

Xier squatted down and gently touched the iron bucket.

For this bucket.

Not a good memory...

Linnai didn't know what Xier was thinking, so he could only put his hand on her shoulder.

Xier stood up, turned around and smiled: "Sorry, shall we continue?"

"Okay, of course no problem."

When Linnai was about to withdraw his hand, he found that Xier had already grabbed him.

Didn't take his hand back.

Linnay followed Xier to the gate of the orphanage.

Its exterior walls are already mottled, and the gray bricks and stones bear witness to the traces of time.

No one has lived here for many years.

"A familiar place..." Xier pursed her lips and placed one hand gently on the door.

But I didn’t push it right away.

Instead, he looked at the people around him.

Linnae noticed Xier's gaze and stretched out his hand, placing it on the door.

At last.