Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 178 Don’t look at it, go out and play

The gaze directed at him and Xiaojiu was too obvious to ignore, and Dotore looked up at Sandone.

"How long are you going to stand there?"

Sandone's eyes widened, and she knew that a Totore dog could not spit out ivory.

"Please, Doctor, it was your son who rushed out of the door and met me so that I could save you in time. Otherwise, I'm afraid that the first executive officer would die from excessive blood loss in Winter."

It also broke Lataf's arm. Sandoni was well aware of the strength of the material of Lataf's body. The little guy was smashed to pieces with just one blow. I don't think his head would be damaged.

Feeling a little worried, Sandoni really wanted to hold Xiaojiu over to let the medical staff check him carefully, but when he looked up, all he saw was Dotore's gaze that was like a knife.

A hint of displeasure flashed through her mind, and Sandone clenched her fists. It was the first time she had met a child that she liked so well. The little guy had a clear and pure mind, and his actions revealed a mind that could focus on one thing like a machine.

Such a young child, I don’t know how much suffering he has endured following Dotorre. He is not even as tall as the table, but he still has to serve tea and water to someone.

Sandoni's fists hardened as he stared at the man lying on the bed who was being served by Xiaojiu as if it was his due.

Dotore had just taken the cup from Xiaojiu and took a sip when the sudden sharp gaze on him made him frown.

Sandoni looked at him with a look of disgust on his face, took a deep breath, and wanted to give this ungrateful guy in front of him a good scolding.

"The part that you mentioned last time, the one that carries the weapon on Xiaojiu's arm, is on my desk. Go get it yourself and don't bother me anymore."

Dottore spoke, not looking at Sandone.

Sandoni's spellcasting was interrupted, and he blinked blankly before his expression could change.

"Really?"

She started to covet that material when she first saw it. It was a material that was not afraid of fire or water, and had just the right strength and hardness. It would be easier to get it in her hometown, but now it was winter, and she almost forgot what those precious mechanical materials looked like.

Dotore looked away, disgust evident in his eyes.

Sandoni pointed his finger at him and said, "You can't go back on your word! Consider this as my reward for saving you."

Eager to get it, Sandoni opened the door and waved to Ratav who had been waiting outside.

"Come on, Lataf. I just earned you a treasure. You will have stronger arms soon. Are you looking forward to it?"

Lataf followed Sandoñe silently, making a few "creaking" sounds in response to her.

The room was finally quiet. Dotole closed his eyes, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt a pair of eager gazes.

Xiaojiu stared at Duotole with his big round eyes without blinking, with a hint of questioning and grievance in his eyes.

Xiaojiu's parts were given away coldly.

Dotole raised his hand and touched his head, as if he understood what Xiaojiu meant, "You won't need that thing in the future."

Xiaojiu pouted unhappily.

It has a big body and is powerful enough to knock down bad guys.

Now, Xiaojiu, Xiaoxiao, can't jump high.

Dotole reached out and gently pinched Xiaojiu's face, "Now, you don't have to fight, just stay by my side."

Let him briefly relive the extremely harmonious time he spent with Cheng Yan.

Just pretend that Cheng Yan had never left and was always by my side.

Whether he was hypnotizing himself or not wanting to face reality, Dotore didn't want the situation he was most worried about to happen.

He wants people and their hearts, no matter what the cost.

……

Inazuma City.

In the early morning of Inazuma Castle, the streets have begun to become bustling with people, and the street vendors are hawking their wares, giving off a warm atmosphere.

Beside the street, in a shop with no sign hanging and the door closed, Cheng Yan and Guo Beng were sitting opposite each other, each holding a book.

Their expressions were different. Cheng Yan was watching with great interest, while Guo Beng felt hopeless.

"Boom."

Fell headfirst onto the table, Guo Beng shouted feebly.

"Hey, why do we have to do hard labor for that woman so early in the morning?"

Cheng Yan put his finger on his lower lip and watched the ups and downs of the story in his hand with sharp eyes.

He said perfunctorily, "There's nothing else to do anyway. Shen Zi said that we should pick out the last eye-catching story from here, so let's just take our time to read it."

Guo Beng puffed up his face, "We can't go anywhere. Our bodies are stiff from sitting here."

Cheng Yan nodded as he responded, "Yeah, I'll go out with you after I finish reading these books."

Guo Beng stared at the pile of money in front of Cheng Yan that was taller than himself.

"I'll be bored to death when you finish reading. Didn't you hate reading before?"

Cheng Yan's eyes lit up and he held out a finger in a very serious manner.

"I never knew books were so good before. The books I read before were all those pedantic books, with more than half of the words I didn't know in each sentence. But these are different. These stories are very interesting. I feel like I can write touching words now."

Cheng Yan writes a letter to Zandik every day, and has collected hundreds of letters so far. However, due to his limited knowledge, Cheng Yan himself is not satisfied with the bland narration.

But it’s different now. After absorbing so many touching love stories, Cheng Yan feels that he is now incredibly strong.

"I feel like it. Give me a piece of paper. I want to write a love letter."

Guo Beng's expression was indescribable. He pulled out a photo from the side and slapped it heavily in front of Cheng Yan.

"When you see your sweetheart, he will have to open all these letters for three days and three nights."

Cheng Yan didn't blush, but raised his head, "I have to let him know that I think about him every day."

Guo Beng crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at him, "How long has it been since your wound healed? Aren't you afraid that he will hit you again?"

Cheng Yan paused as he spread out the paper. "You may not be happy to hear this, but when the dagger stabbed into my body, I could feel that he was a little...scared. He was afraid that I would get hurt. So, he still has feelings for me. I must get him back and explain everything to him. I had my reasons for leaving without saying anything at that time."

Guo Beng leaned on the table and came to Cheng Yan, "Huh? You still know I'll be unhappy? If you get hurt like that again, don't even think about going anywhere. I'll tie you up and tell you ghost stories every day."

Cheng Yan's hair stood on end. "Why is that? You clearly know that I'm afraid of ghosts!"

Ever since he accidentally read a creepy supernatural story in the book that the Son of God brought him a few days ago, Cheng Yan was so scared that he didn't dare to sleep for several days.

Now that the country is collapsing, it is using this kind of thing to threaten him. Cheng Yan looks aggrieved.

"Bengzi, you don't care about me anymore."

Guo Beng glared at him and said loudly, "That's right, so you should finish writing this damn letter quickly. I don't want to stay in jail here anymore."

Cheng Yan felt aggrieved, but that did not stop him from expressing his love for Zandik in the letter. After writing a letter that was so affectionate that it gave people goosebumps, Cheng Yan stood up with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

"Come on, let's go out and eat something and come back to continue watching."

Guo Beng directly pulled Cheng Yan out, secretly complaining in his heart.

Then he turned around and burned all the books, which made those who were already idle become even more idle.