Chapter 153 152. Forget Me Not (Part )
"No... Miss, what's wrong?" The black-haired young man in a blue assassin uniform and a blue mask scratched his head in confusion. He looked at the three teammates beside him and wondered, "The route is wrong... Miss has never walked this route before. Is she going to buy something or look for someone?"

"Whether they will buy anything or not, I can't say for sure, but I'm sure that the young lady is definitely not here to look for anyone!" The young man, wearing a dark green assassin uniform, a dark green mask, and a dark green hood, with only a pair of eyes exposed, said confidently. At the end, he explained: "The four of us are the young lady's secret guards. We run errands, get information, and solve some problems. This is our mission. When have you ever seen the young lady talk to a stranger or make any appointment with a stranger?"

"No." The brown-haired young man shook his head.

"No." The young man in the dark red assassin's uniform also shook his head.

"That's it!" The young man in the dark green assassin uniform tapped his palms silently and made an expected little gesture: "There's not even any contact. Who can the young lady find?"

"Yup!"

The other three responded in unison.

Immediately, seeing their eldest daughter taking the initiative to run behind a person whose back they could only see, they thought for a moment, raised their hands, covered the person's eyes from behind, and shattered their shaky worldviews with an unheard tone: "Guess who I am?"

"Oh my god!"

The young man in blue uniform cursed.

Immediately, he was dragged into the bushes by the other three companions.

He covered his mouth, his eyes full of hostility, and hid in the grass to peek at the screen.

The resentment was so great that it was almost materialized.

Even if it's hundreds of meters away.

Ye Qingcang could also sense it clearly.

It was as if he sensed the girl behind him tiptoeing up to him and quietly covering his eyes, but did not reveal it in advance.

"This time, it's vision?" Ye Qingcang touched Sheng Cai'er's hand with the ring on his thumb, then took Sheng Cai'er's hand away from his eyes and looked back at the purple-haired girl with white pupils. His tone was full of appreciation and heartache: "Finally we have reached the last level... Once your vision is restored, you won't have to endure the pain of losing your six senses one by one."

"Yeah... Unfortunately, the timing is not right. You came just when I lost my vision." Although she said so, there was no bitterness in Sheng Cai'er's smile. She sat next to Ye Qingcang on the same bench with Ye Qingcang. She didn't care what the four followers thought or how they recorded. She raised her hand and tentatively touched Ye Qingcang's face: "Don't move, let me touch what my imaginary friend looks like..."

Ye Qingcang burst out laughing.

The imaginary friend trick was the first one he used to fool Sheng Caier.

But Sheng Caier didn't know.

So, gradually, it became a special word between him and Sheng Caier.

He let Sheng Caier pinch him left and right to confirm that he was alive. Then, he leaned back on the bench behind him and said with a playful smile, "How about me, am I handsome?"

"You have always been the most handsome in my heart." Sheng Caier smiled. Even though her eyes were pale, she was still incredibly beautiful. "The kind that has been handsome since childhood... Well, I just measured it and found that the degree of fit is very high. It's simply a match made in heaven!"

"You're praising me so much that I feel a little embarrassed." Ye Qingcang tilted his head and looked at the sunset in the sky. He felt so happy that he stretched himself and put his arms behind his head. He said comfortably, "By the way... do you need me to help you solve a problem?"

"Forget it... Anyway, their blood is flowing in my body. Killing them would be bad for both you and me."

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

"I want to follow you wherever you go."

"However, I still have the pressure and responsibility they put on me. Ah Ying, can you wait for me a little longer?"

"Wait until I get rid of the Demon King, then I will leave here with you?"

Sheng Caier played with Ye Qingcang's palm, stroking the ring that once belonged to her, and spoke to Ye Qingcang in a negotiating tone.

His brows are filled with longing for the future.

Only at this moment can one see some expression from this fourteen-year-old girl that should belong to her age, instead of being as cold and emotionless as a dagger.

“Destroying the Demon God Emperor is not as easy as you think… He has 990,000 spiritual powers in human form and 1 million spiritual powers in beast form. His strength is already equivalent to a third-level god in our country.” Ye Qingcang stroked Sheng Cai’er’s purple hair, and was too lazy to pay attention to the four noisy assassins in the bushes. He explained to Sheng Cai’er, “Even if you perfectly inherited the strength of all the predecessors of the Assassin’s Temple, or even became the God of Death, you still can’t match the Demon God Emperor, because the upper limit of the Assassin’s Temple is level 9, level 8. In our words, he is on the same level as the Golden-eyed Black Dragon King Di Tian. A million years is the watershed for the soul beast clan… Do you need me to help you deal with the Demon God Emperor?” The Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu, in his original form, is a standard third-level god.

Don’t underestimate him because he is only a third-level god.

Even the lowest level third-level god has the power to easily kill an Ultimate Douluo, unless this Ultimate Douluo is the high priest of a certain god and can borrow power through the divine descent technique when necessary.

“Could it be that you don’t have confidence in the Star Martial Arts you taught me?” Sheng Cai’er drew circles in Ye Qingcang’s palm, her tone full of confidence: “Don’t worry, I just feel that I am terribly strong now… In less than ten years, I will be fully confident!”

"But I can't wait to take you away..." Ye Qingcang hooked his fingers and touched Sheng Caier's fingers. Especially the last half sentence of Ye Qingcang made Sheng Caier's little face flushed instantly: "My baby, of course I have to treasure it..."

Fortunately, the setting sun cast its last rays of light.

It was barely covered up by Sheng Caier.

Gently patted the back of Ye Qingcang's hand.

Signaled Ye Qingcang not to make trouble.

Then, he brought the topic back to where it had strayed from: "There are some responsibilities that I must shoulder. I know your intentions, but I don't want you to pay some unnecessary price for the task that I must complete. Ah Ying, please believe in my ability, okay?"

"If you are tired, don't force yourself."

“There will never be an empty space behind you.”

"Maybe no one else."

“But I must be there.”

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

This is the answer to Sheng Caier’s question just now.

"Having you is enough for me...Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat." Sheng Caier stood up and quietly kept the other half of the sentence in her heart: "I can live without others, but I can't live without you..."

"There is also the issue of accommodation..." Ye Qingcang didn't know the second half of Sheng Cai'er's words. He put his hands together, made a begging gesture, and jokingly said, "In that case, would you mind if Miss could temporarily take me, a foreigner, in for a night?"

"If you want, you can also treat this place as your home..." Sheng Cai'er held Ye Qingcang's arm, like a young couple in love, and slowly walked towards the main hall of the Assassin's Temple: "But, after thinking about it carefully, forget it. To me, this is just a house, not a home. No matter how gorgeously decorated this house is, it is far from worthy of this sacred title..."

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"That boy... is too presumptuous!" The young man in the blue assassin uniform gritted his teeth, "How dare he let the young lady hold his arm!"

"You, when did your focus drift to something so strange?" The young man in the dark green assassin uniform held his forehead with his hand: "Shouldn't the focus be: Is the young lady in love?"

"No..." The brown-haired young man said inexplicably madly: "Then what should we do... continue to follow the young lady like this?"

"Does this count as stalking?" The young man in the dark red assassin's uniform successfully received three pairs of disdainful looks.

"Alright, alright, alright..." The dark green assassin, the captain of the secret guards, waved his hand and interrupted the others: "We can't get involved in such a big matter. If the young lady is willing, we will follow her."

The other three assassins looked at each other.

Then, he nodded silently.

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

Responsibilities.

No choice.

(End of this chapter)