League of Legends Millennium Warlord

"Arrogant human!"

Even though he said so, the wolf didn't act rashly. It's not easy to deal with a guy who makes Void Spirit and Evil Owl deflated, not to mention that he came here this time for peace talks.

"Lester, you must have forgotten a lot of things. In fact, we came here this time to tell you how to restore your memory."

Yang Ling calmed down the restless wolf spirit, put down the short bow in his hand and approached Lester, which surprised Lester.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Oh, it seems that you know me very well?"

Lester hugged the lamb who was half his body shorter than himself, and Lester squinted at the wolf spirit whose eyes were flaming, his face full of malice.

"That little dog seems to be very dissatisfied with me? I'm a little scared, and I can't listen to you properly."

"What are you going to do! Let go of the sheep! Where are your hands!?"

The wolf rushed over in grief and indignation, but what he heard was the peaceful voice of the sheep.

"Wolf, can you give me some time? I need to talk to Lester."

"Did you hear that? She asked you to help stand guard. Go, puppy. If adults have something to talk about, don't make trouble."

"Aoooooooooooooooo!!!"

With a cry of mourning, the wolf disappeared in place, leaving only Lester and Yang Ling at the bow.

In the silence, the man pushed away the cold and soft body, the malice on his face turned into disgust, which surprised the staggering sheep.

She thought that she would be precarious again for a long time, but she didn't expect that the reshaped personality was still a gentleman.

"He attaches great importance to you, and you still treat him like this. You have a beautiful body, but your soul is disgusting. I feel worthless for him."

"I and the wolf... are originally one, but he forgot this, but I still remember it."

The despised Lamb successfully attracted Lester's attention with his deep voice, and the man frowned.

"We were born alone, and because of loneliness, we were born to each other. The wolf is me, and I am the wolf.

I love wolves as I love myself, but wolves have different feelings for me. I have known this for a long time. In fact... it is not a good thing. One day, we will become one, what do wolves think make me fall in love with myself..."

"Interesting, I apologize to you, please forgive me."

The man picked up Yang Ling again, like holding a large doll.

The sheep spirit didn't make any resistance, its body was passively clinging to the man, feeling the man's body temperature enough to burn the spirit body.

"Then before you separated, were you a man or a woman?"

The sheep gave Lester a sideways look, and said calmly.

"Do you think I'm a man or a woman?"

After being asked back by Yang Ling, Lester froze for a moment, then laughed, sat down on the deck, and held Yang Ling in his arms.

"Speaking like that, you must be a woman. I really want to occupy you forever."

Yang Ling laughed noncommittally twice, and the atmosphere became deserted.

Everyone sat on the deck like this with a spirit mask, and no one wanted to talk until the fog cleared a little, revealing the bright moon.

Lester stared at the silver plate above the sky, his brows and eyes filled with inexplicable melancholy.

"Losing your memory is like losing your own past. It's really sad. You don't even know if the person who smiled with you stabbed you in the past... I would rather start over by myself than fall into a complicated relationship. That hurts others as well as yourself.”

"But you're doomed to disappear, and there's no point in thinking about that."

"...Although I guessed this point a long time ago, I'm still... a bit disappointed when you say that."

Yang Ling's cold and ethereal voice echoed on the quiet deck, and his words were a bit harsh and ruthless.

"That's the truth, the current you are just a temporary substitute, a soul aggregate formed by Lester himself, in order to deal with Dark Wing's soul attack, crushed and stitched together a large number of human souls,

You think this is your own personality, but in fact this is just the subconscious that the real Lester longs for but refuses to have. You are the part of his life he chooses to abandon, the abandoned child he uses to block the knife.

In fact, the previous Leicester himself was an extremely contradictory person. He was excellent and had done many great things, but he was still confused and didn't know how to take the road ahead.

The tyrant of the underworld wholeheartedly wants to conquer the underworld and the material realm, the mother of the mask wants to balance the world so that the world can continue to run, the protoss is loyal to its own characteristics and thoughts and desires to control the world forever, and the void only wants to destroy the world...

A truly powerful person will only do one thing recklessly. Although Leicester is strong, he is also weak.

In just a few decades, how can a mortal who has suddenly obtained the power of a god be able to control it and become a real god? Emotions and fetters alone are enough to make him hesitant. A real god always only cares about the things he cares about... Everything else is just passing by, not to mention... He hasn't really lived like a mortal once, How can you really break free from the shackles? "

"..."

"Listen to me, it must be very sad, right?"

"It's a little bit, but I know that if I don't have any expectations from the beginning, I won't be too sad.

Also, you are wrong. Although I am the part he abandoned, I am not necessarily worse than him. In my opinion, he is just a deserter who chooses to escape in the face of danger. "

"Maybe he has come to the end of the mountain, maybe he doesn't know that casting Icacia's forbidden technique will make him fall into a deep sleep and let you come out."

"It's not what you said... Sure enough, you came to fight with me, right?"

"If I had come to fight, I wouldn't be sitting in your arms at this time. At least in my opinion, you are better than Leicester. He will be affected by the runes and be full of desires, but you won't, Compared with him, you are actually very clean and pure."

Lester let go of Lamb, lay down on the deck and closed his eyes.

"Just take it as you praised me... At least for now, I'm still me, I'm not him, and I won't let him affect me."

Looking intently at the relaxed man lying on the deck, Yang Ling stood up and looked up at the sky, which was beyond her reach.

"Relying on the hundreds of thousands of soul energy sacrificed by Leicester, Misha is about to wake up, and I can feel the eyes of the protoss, which is at the position of the emerald collar at this moment."

"It's Seraphim Misha, what does that have to do with me?"

Lester turned over and said lightly.

"That's Leicester's business, what does it have to do with my Liszt."

When the man was talking, Yang Ling leaned over, and imprinted the cold cherry lips on the man's gray cheeks, making the man stunned.

"What to do, you have the right to choose, I should go."

"... Sheep, does it mean that the real Lester will come back to life if I die?"

No one responded to the man's question, the fog had cleared, and the sky full of stars appeared before his eyes again.

Lester laughed at himself and turned over to appreciate the night sky. His sight was blocked in the next second, and a ball of long orange hair fell from the edge of the boat to his eyes, dangling full of vivaciousness, and his delicate pretty face The upper heterochromatic pupils shone with a strange light, and Lester even saw two pink hearts.

The girl's smile was as bright as stars, and she stuck out her tongue playfully at the dumbfounded man, as if she was a little embarrassed.

"Hi! How are you? I mean, can I be your girlfriend?"

"...running out to scare people in the middle of the night without sleeping, who the hell are you? Don't think that you are so cute that you dare not beat you!"