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Jingliu rode on Qiye's neck, his hands supporting the top of his head, swaying gently with his steps.

The lights of Changle Street flowed past her on both sides, so lively that she felt a little dazed.

She used to ride on this man's shoulders like this.

At that time, she had only recently taken him as her apprentice, and the side effects of the light cone caused her mind to revert to that of a child from time to time.

He took her outside the Star Harbor for some fresh air, and she rode on his shoulders, playing the role of knights together!

But he died later, in an abandoned shipyard, his body dismembered and never able to be put back together.

She traveled to many planets alone, and no one has ever lifted her up on their shoulders again.

If she hadn't always carried that cone of light, she might have been swallowed up by the demonic body long ago.

But now he's lifted her up again.

Just like before, he ran while shouting nonsensical things, his steps were fast and steady, and his shoulders were broad and warm.

She held his head and suddenly felt happier than ever before.

She had never been so happy since he died in front of her.

The pain and guilt that had been weighing on my heart for hundreds of years seemed to be blown away by this wind at this moment.

Qi Ye was having a great time riding below, his hands firmly supporting her legs, and as he ran, he looked up and shouted at her:

"Master! Don't just sit there! I'll be your warhorse, and you be the knight!"

A knight should act like a knight; you have to shout the battle cry!

Jingliu looked down at his animated profile and remembered a set of lines he had taught her a long time ago.

She had just taken him as her apprentice not long before, and the two of them were huddled around a campfire in an abandoned post station.

With nothing else to do, he spent the whole night telling her stories about a mad knight named Don Quixote.

The knight in that story was clearly no match for anyone, yet he insisted on charging at the windmill, even though everyone laughed at him.

He still rode his skinny horse and charged forward, spear in hand.

After he finished speaking, he even wrote a set of lines to teach her to read, but she thought it was too childish and refused to read them no matter what.

Now, as she rode on his shoulders, looking at the lights of Chang Le Street, she felt that the lines didn't seem so childish anymore.

Anyway, she's just a kid now, so she can say whatever she wants.

"My spear has been dulled by the heavy rain, and my warhorse has rusted!"

But my charge is a Don Quixote-like charge!

"You giant windmill of life, I challenge you to three hundred rounds! Three hundred rounds!"

Qi Ye stopped in her tracks.

He looked up at her, his dark eyes initially showing surprise, then slowly brightening.

He never imagined that he had taught this back then.

He couldn't remember the exact day, but those lines came from his master's mouth.

Every word felt like a hammer blow to his brain, unlocking many of his sealed memories.

He does seem to have taught this.

"Master! Did you refuse to recite it before because you thought it was childish?"

He shouted, then took a deep breath and straightened his back.

He answered loudly in a tone ten times more exaggerated than that of the mirror flow.

"My spear has been dulled by the heavy rain! My warhorse is rusted!"

But my charge is a Don Quixote-like charge!

The windmill of life! I'm going to fight you three hundred rounds, three hundred rounds!

Jingliu was startled by his roar and quickly steadied his head again.

Then he added an even louder one.

"Charge!"

The two of them, singing in unison, rushed towards the food street.

Jingliu rode on his neck, waving his little fists and shouting.

"Charge, my warhorse!"

As Qi Ye carried her, he weaved through the crowd, shouting, "Make way, make way, let Don Quixote's cavalry pass by."

This attracted the attention of passersby.

A child eating candied hawthorn tugged at his mother's sleeve, pointed at Qi Ye and Jing Liu's retreating figures, and asked:

"Mommy, why is that older sister riding on my brother's shoulders and yelling?"

His mother was silent for a moment, then answered in a worldly tone:

"That's a cavalry company training. Stop watching, let's go."

March 7th walked behind, watching the backs of the master and apprentice.

I subconsciously moved several steps to the side.

Maintain a safe distance from the two cavalrymen in front of you who are shouting "three hundred rounds" in unison.

Covering half her face with one hand, she said desperately to Xing beside her:

"Why do I feel so embarrassed? I'm so embarrassed that I feel like I'm going to dig my toes through the soles of my shoes."

I feel like I could carve out a three-bedroom apartment from the ground up.

Xing walked beside him, but her eyes were fixed on the back of Jingliu riding on Qiye's neck.

Ultimately, completely different evaluations were given:

"But I think it's really cool! Don't you think so?"

Moreover, this is a way for parents to play with their children.

"You see kids riding on each other's necks everywhere in amusement parks, it's perfectly normal."

March 7th lowered her hand from her face and looked at Xing with an expression that seemed to ask, "Have you been infected too?"

Xing was completely unaware of her gaze, or rather, she was aware but didn't care at all.

She was still staring at Jingliu's back, and the envy in her eyes was visibly turning into eagerness.

"March 7th, can I ride it for a bit?"

Xing suddenly turned his head and stared directly at March 7th.

"I want to be a knight too. That line is so cool, I really want to say it too."

Look how happy they are! I want to try it too.

March 7th opened her mouth, looking at Xing's face, which was full of sincere expectation.

I felt that all the embarrassment I had just felt had been shattered by her words.

She instinctively took half a step back, crossing her arms in a defensive stance in front of her.

"No! Absolutely not! You're half a head taller than me, my spine will break if you ride on my neck!"

And that line was so awkward, you want me to shout Don Quixote too?

I would never say a line like that in my entire life!

Xing tilted her head, seriously considered the protest on March 7th, and then proposed:

"Then you can ride on my shoulders. Not only are you shorter than me, but I'm also stronger than you. I can easily carry you around."

Then you shout your lines, and I'll shout "Charge!" for you.

March 7th took a deep breath, buried his face in his hands, and let out a muffled wail.

She shouldn't have started this conversation with Xing, discussing things like whether he's handsome or not, or whether he takes care of kids.

In the end, they all end up being put on the leash as knights or warhorses.

She looked up and couldn't help but reminisce:

"I'm starting to miss Danheng."

At least when Dan Heng was around, we could complain about those two guys together.

Now that Danheng is gone, I'm bearing the brunt of the mental attacks from both sides.

Xing didn't hear March 7's wailing at all.

Her attention had been completely drawn to the cavalry company of master and apprentice in front of her.

Kagami is riding on Kiyo's neck.

He grabbed his hair with both hands as a rein, shouting, "Charge, my warhorse, charge!"

As Qi Ye carried her, he ran while shouting:

"Don Quixote's Cavalry! Make way! Windmill ahead! Let's fight for three hundred rounds!"

As the two rushed past a pancake stall, the uncle who had just reported Qi Ye looked up and realized it was a regular customer.

He silently pulled his daughter further behind him, then continued kneading the dough.

I've probably given up trying to understand the behavior of this group of people.

March 7th took her hand off her face and looked at Xing's eager expression.

He glanced again at the master and apprentice charging ahead, and finally gave up struggling and spoke:

"Fine, I won't argue with you anymore. If you think he's handsome, then he's handsome."

However, riding on someone's neck is out of the question. You can wait until you get back and discuss it with Qiye, and ask him to be your warhorse for once.

Since he's already taken on a loli master, he probably wouldn't refuse to take on one more.

Xing nodded seriously:

"Good idea. He's in good shape, he should be able to handle it."

"I can be the left-wing knight, and his master the right-wing; the Don Quixote Cavalry Company will then be officially expanded."

March 7th remained silent for a long while, then muttered to himself in despair:

"Danheng, where are you? I need a normal person to vent to."

……

Just as Qi Ye was getting into the swing of things, carrying Jing Liu, he suddenly stopped.

A white-haired girl stood on the street corner, clutching a skewer of pheasant she had just finished eating.

A familiar, composed smile graced that exquisitely handsome face.

But at that moment, the man's eyes were fixed on the white-haired little girl riding on Qiye's neck.

Jingyuan, wasn't she interrogating Kafka at the Tabushi Temple?

Why are you on Chang Le Street?

Oh right, the interrogation can be left to Fu Xuan; this general can also sneak out to play.

Qi Ye's mind raced as she considered the current situation:

Jing Yuan appeared on Chang Le Street, holding a skewer of grilled meat, clearly having sneaked out for a stroll.

She was staring at the mirror on his neck, and the mirror on his neck was staring back at her.

One is the Luo Fu general who has become a beautiful girl, and the other is the former Luo Fu sword master who has become a little girl.

The master and apprentice looked at each other across a food street.