"Hey, ATOBE SAMA, is she very important to you? If so, we will protect her!"
That was my first conversation with him.
The sunset that day was very red, and it shone warmly on my body, rendering it a misty golden color.
Behind me are several important members of the support team, and you, just standing opposite me, protecting her behind you
state. In the light and shadow, your purple-grey eyes are full of disdain and anger.
"My uncle, how do I need your protection?"
He took her hand, turned and left.
"One more time, get out of the Ice Emperor!" A cold voice said.
Facing his retreating back, I lowered my head, bent my waist, and said softly: "Yes, my lord!"
Such a posture was so humble that it was reduced to dust.
But flowers bloomed.
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