Forget-Me-Not (II)

"Wait... what's wrong with Miss?" The young man, dressed in Blue Assassin Uniform, wearing a blue mask, and with black hair, scratched his head in confusion, looking at his three teammates beside him. He wondered, "This route is wrong... Miss has never taken this route before. Is she going to buy something, or find someone?"

"Whether she buys anything or not, I can't say for sure, but I'm certain that Miss isn't here to find anyone!" The young man, dressed in Dark Green Assassin Uniform, wearing a dark green mask hidden under a dark green hood, with only his eyes showing, said confidently. He then explained, "The four of us are Miss's Shadow Guard. Running errands, gathering information, and resolving some trouble—that's our job. When have you ever seen Miss talking to strangers or making any appointments with them?"

"No." The brown-haired youth shook his head.

"No." The young man in the Dark Red Assassin Uniform also shook his head.

"That's it!" The young man in the Dark Green Assassin Uniform silently tapped his hands, making a predictable gesture. "Without even contact, who do you think the young lady could turn to?"

"Yes!"

The other three responded in unison.

Immediately, seeing their young mistress run behind someone they could only see from behind, she thought for a moment, then raised her hand and covered that person's eyes from behind, shattering their crumbling worldview with an unprecedented tone. "Guess who I am?"

"Holy crap!"

The young man in the blue uniform swore.

He was immediately dragged into the bushes by his three companions.

He covered his mouth, his eyes filled with hostility, and hid in the bushes to spy on the screen.

That resentment was so strong it was almost tangible.

Even if they are hundreds of meters apart.

Ye Qingcang could also sense it clearly.

Just as he sensed the girl tiptoeing up behind him and quietly covering his eyes, but without revealing it beforehand.

"This time, is it your vision?" Ye Qingcang touched Sheng Cai'er's small hand with the ring on his thumb, then moved Sheng Cai'er hand away from his eyes. He looked back at the purple-haired girl with completely white pupils, his tone full of appreciation and heartache. "We've finally reached the last hurdle... Once your vision is restored, you won't have to suffer the pain of losing your six senses one after another."

"Yes... it's a pity the timing was off; you arrived just as I lost my sight." That's what she said, but there was no bitterness in Sheng Cai'er's smile. She sat down next to Ye Qingcang Ye Qingcang, on the same bench, ignoring what the four tagalongs thought or how they were taking notes. She raised her hand and tentatively touched Ye Qingcang's face. "Don't move, let me feel what my imaginary friend looks like..."

Ye Qingcang chuckled to himself.

The "fantasy friend" trope was the first time he used it to fool Sheng Cai'er.

But Sheng Cai'er didn't know.

Gradually, it became a term used exclusively between him and Sheng Cai'er.

He let Sheng Cai'er pinch and squeeze him from left to right to confirm that he was alive, then leaned back on the bench behind him and said with a playful smile, "So, am I handsome or not?"

"You've always been the most handsome in my heart." Sheng Cai'er smiled gently, her beauty still breathtaking even though her eyes had lost their luster. "The kind of handsome I've been since I was little... Hmm, I just measured you, and you're a perfect match, practically a match made in heaven!"

"Your compliment makes me a little embarrassed." Ye Qingcang tilted his head, looking at the sunset on the horizon, feeling unusually happy. He stretched and casually put his arm behind his head, saying contentedly, "By the way... do you need me to help you solve a problem?"

"I think it's better not to... After all, their blood flows in my veins, and killing them would be bad for both of us."

"To be honest, I'd rather leave here with you."

"No matter where you go, I want to follow you."

"However, I still bear the pressure and responsibility they placed on me. A Ying, can you wait for me a little longer?"

"Wait until I defeat the Demon God Emperor, then I'll leave this place with you?"

Sheng Cai'er played with Ye Qingcang's hand, caressing the ring that once belonged to her, and spoke to Ye Qingcang in a consultative tone.

His brows radiated anticipation for the future.

Only at this moment can one see some of the emotions that a fourteen-year-old girl should have, rather than being as cold and emotionless as a dagger.

"Defeating the Demon God Emperor isn't as simple as you think... 990,000 Spiritual Power in human form and a million in beast form, his Spiritual Power is equivalent to Third Level God in our area." Ye Qingcang stroked Sheng Cai'er's purple hair, too lazy to pay attention to the four boisterous assassins in the bushes, and explained to Sheng Cai'er, "Even if you perfectly inherited the strength of all the sages of the Assassin Temple, and even became the Grim Reaper, you still wouldn't be able to match this Demon God Emperor, because the Assassin Temple's upper limit is Ninth Order, eighth level. In our terms, that's the same level as the Golden Eyed Black Dragon King Di Tian. A million years is the dividing line for the Soul Beast Clan... Do you need me to help you defeat the Demon God Emperor?"

Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu, in his true form, is a standard Third Level God.

Don't underestimate this being just Third Level God.

Even the lowest-ranking Third Level God possesses the power to easily suppress and kill Limit Douluo, unless the Limit Douluo is High Priest of a certain Deity, in which case the deity can borrow power through God Descent Art when necessary.

"Could it be that you lack confidence in the Stellar Martial Arts you taught me?" Sheng Cai'er drew circles in Ye Qingcang's palm, her tone full of confidence. "Don't worry, I feel incredibly strong right now... I'm absolutely certain I'll be strong within ten years!"

"But I can't wait to take you away..." Ye Qingcang beckoned with his finger, touching it with Sheng Cai'er's. Especially the last half of Ye Qingcang's sentence made Sheng Cai'er's face instantly blush. "My darling, of course I will treasure her..."

Fortunately, the setting sun cast its last rays.

They tried to cover up for Sheng Cai'er.

He gently patted the back of Ye Qingcang's hand.

He gestured to Ye Qingcang not to cause trouble.

Then, he steered the conversation back on track. "There are some responsibilities I must bear. I know your feelings, but I don't want you to pay an unnecessary price for the tasks I have to complete. A Ying, trust in my abilities, okay?"

"If you're tired, don't force yourself to keep going."

"There will never be no one behind you."

"Perhaps there is no one else."

"But I will always be there for you."

Ye Qingcang raised his hand and tapped Sheng Cai'er's forehead.

This can be considered an answer to the question Sheng Cai'er just asked.

"Having you is enough... Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat." Sheng Cai'er stood up, secretly keeping the other half of her sentence to herself. "I can live without anyone else, but I absolutely cannot live without you..."

"And then there's the matter of accommodation..." Ye Qingcang, unaware of the second half of Sheng Cai'er's thoughts, clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture and joked, "So, would you be so kind as to let this outsider stay here for the night, Miss?"

"If you'd like, you can make this your home..." Sheng Cai'er, holding Ye Qingcang's arm like a couple deeply in love, slowly walked towards the Main Hall of the Assassin Temple. "However, after thinking about it carefully, I'd better not. To me, this is just a house, not a home. No matter how lavishly this house is decorated, it's far from worthy of this sacred title..."

"That brat... he's too presumptuous!" The young man in the Blue Assassin Uniform gritted his teeth. "He dared to let the young lady hold his arm!"

"Hey, when did your focus get so off-topic?" The young man in the Dark Green Assassin Uniform facepalmed. "Shouldn't the focus be: Is the young lady in love?"

"No..." the brown-haired youth said inexplicably frantically, "Then what do we do... continue following the young lady like this?"

"So, would you call this stalking?" The young man in the Dark Red Assassin Uniform earned him three pairs of disdainful glances.

"Alright, alright, alright..." The dark green assassin, who was the captain of the Shadow Guard, waved his hand, interrupting the others. "We can't get involved in such a big matter. If the young lady is willing, we'll just follow along."

The other three assassins exchanged glances.

He then nodded silently.

Even if you choke to death on dog food, there's nothing you can do about it.

It is my duty.

There was no choice.