I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"You're so stingy. I've been carrying this for you for so long, and you won't even let me get a piece of your master's plate."

Besides, your master is so adorable, what's wrong with sharing him?

Qiye hugged Jingliu even tighter:

"Anything is fine, except for Master. I can carry anything, but Master can't touch it."

Jingliu was held in Qiye's arms, and he peeked half his head out from behind Qiye's shoulder to look at Xing.

Then he looked down at his current position, where he was being held with his feet off the ground.

She felt she should say something to uphold her master's authority.

For example, "I'm not here to freeload," or "Both of you, let go of me."

But she felt very comfortable being held, and the person's embrace was warm.

It was completely different from the coldness of piecing together his corpse in the abandoned starport.

So she thought, let's just treat this one time as a welcome ceremony for our reunion.

She buried her face back in Qi Ye's shoulder and mumbled something indistinctly:

"...This is a one-time exception, and there will be no next time."

March 7th stood by and watched the trio of one person sidling up to the other, one person protecting the other, and one person peeking out.

He put his hands on his hips and let out a sigh of helplessness that he was already used to:

"Alright, alright, you two stop fighting. Xing, why are you still so childish?"

And you, Qiye, could you please put her down first? Passersby are watching.

She glanced around and sure enough, several passing residents of the Immortal Ship were looking at her with subtle glances.

The Yunqi Army had just left, and this group of people has already started creating new material for onlookers.

She felt she had sighed more today than she had in a month on the train.

Jingliu peeked out from Qiye's shoulder.

Seeing the worried look on March 7th's face, he tried his best to regain his composure and spoke:

"Are you his friend? Thank you for stopping those two Cloud Cavalry soldiers earlier."

She thought for a moment, then added another sentence.

“I am his master, not a suspicious person.”

On March 7th, I watched her trying so hard to put on the airs of a master.

She glanced at Qi Ye, who was still nuzzling her hair, and finally couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile:

"Alright, alright, you're his master."

I am March 7th, the one who wants to take advantage of you is Xing, and the one currently taking advantage of you is Qiye. You should already know them.

In short, welcome to the... no, welcome back?

"Master has returned!"

Qiye lifted Jingliu high above his head, looked up at her, and smiled as brightly as a child who had just received a new toy.

"Come on! Your disciple will take you shopping!"

There are so many delicious foods on Chang Le Street. I just bought a skewer of Qiong Shi bird meat on March 7th, and the smell alone makes my mouth water.

Master, what do you like to eat? Sweet or savory? Would you like some baked flatbread?

The uncle who just reported me is the one who sells baked pancakes.

Although he himself isn't very good at it, his pies smell really good!

As he spoke, he placed the mirror around his neck.

He let her ride on his shoulders, held her legs with both hands, and strode off towards the food street.

Jingliu rode on his neck.

I held his head with both hands to keep him balanced, and he swayed with his steps.

She looked down at her disciple, who was rushing forward excitedly, and spoke nostalgically:

“You’ve lifted me up like that before.”

Qi Ye paused for a moment, then looked up at her:

"Before? When? I really don't remember. But it's okay, I'll raise you often from now on."

Chapter 112

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 too 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 has 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!"

Qi Ye carried her, weaving through the crowd while 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:

"Mom, why is that older sister riding on the older 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 scratch right now.

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 quite 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!"