She Is Not a Witch Chapter 102: Meeting again under the moonlight

　　 Both feet were filled with lead, and his chest gasped like a broken bellows. Bud ran back to Gretel’s cabin again, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

　　 Someone around opened the door and ran out to fight the fire. This is a major event. If it is not done, the house here will also be burned.

　　 Before Grete was beaten, the sound was much louder than this. The sound of struggling, insults, begging for mercy, and the beating lasted for a long time, but it was always so quiet all around, until the sound of fire fighting came from a distance. .

　　Budd rushed into the small room. The previous group of people disappeared in the room. Only Grete was lying in the corner curled up in blood, breathing faintly.

　　 "Sorry Grete! I'm late, I'm a coward."

　　 Looking at Gretel's miserable appearance, Bud burst into tears.

　　 Sitting on the dusty ground with dried blood, Bud carefully supported Grete against the corner of the wall.

　　 At this time, Grete's eyes were swollen and bloody, and he couldn't open it anymore. He seemed to want to say something, but he had no strength anymore, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

　　 Bud held his hand and called his name, trying to cheer him up and take him to the nearby temple, but Gretel couldn't say a word.

　　 Then Bud tried to pick up Grete, but he felt that Grete had broken many points on his body and there was an extremely painful expression on his face, so he had to put it down.

　　 Tears shed silently, and warm tears fell on Gret's wrist, splashing with water stains.

　　Grett seemed to perceive something, his finger flicked on the palm of Bud's palm, and Bud carefully looked at that finger.

　　The frail fingers flicked very slowly, as if they were strenuous, and they conveyed the last words with each stroke.

　　'No...you want...cry...cry. '

After 　　 was done, Grete's wish was gone, and he slowly stopped breathing, and his body became colder, getting colder and colder, and no longer had the temperature of life.

　　 Hopelander, on the other side, is still immersed in the festive atmosphere. Even at night, many shops are still not closed. The aroma of barbecue, orange lights, lively noise, and shopping tourists are full of Streets and alleys in the center of the city.

　　 "Lacy, don't rush home, there will be shows later." Lan Lier pulled Lexi and stopped in front of a booth selling seashells, and there was a black-haired and brown-skinned girl standing next to her. .

　　 "Well, there will be fireworks later."

　　 "Lingxin, don't tell me, there is no sense of anticipation at all." Lan Lier whispered.

　　 seemed to be aware of something, Lorrain Hill got up and looked at the sky in the distance.

　　 "What's wrong, Lacey?"

　　 "I think of something else, I am afraid I can't accompany you to watch the fireworks."

　　 The blue and transparent pupils were hidden in the shadow of the hood. Lorrainhill bid farewell to the two girls beside him, then turned and left.

　　The ring tone looked thoughtfully at the direction where Lorrain Hill had left, and at this moment a friend's inquiry sounded next to him.

　　 "What happened to the ringtone?"

　　 "It's nothing, by the way, how did you know this Miss Lacey."

　　 "It was introduced by sister Tirela, at the time...she was..."

　　 "This way, that's good, because she is so powerful, maybe you can't beat her."

　　 "No ringtone, I'm sequence 5, little Lacey can only sequence 3 at most." Lan Lier didn't believe it.

　　 "You will know later."

　　bang——

　　bang——

　　 With a few soft sounds coming from afar, colorful fireworks rose slowly in the night sky, like stars rising from the earth, blooming in the sky with colorful colors.

　　The colorful stars bloom as huge streamers, and the scattered light spots are like golden rain falling from the sky, and the empty night sky suddenly becomes lively.

　　 The residents and tourists in the city stopped and watched at this time, and bursts of laughter, blessings, and prayers sounded in the crowd.

　　 Then more fireworks rose from the ground, and the magnificent and beautiful scenery unfolded in the night sky of Hopeland like a picture scroll.

　　 Gorgeous fireworks continue to rise and bloom, reflecting the dark alleys.

　　 A young man holding his friend’s cold body was walking on a deserted street, his hands were heavy and sore, and the excitement in the distance was so far away, as if in two worlds.

　　 The tears on his face slowly dried up in the night wind. He walked slowly through the deep alleys, trying to bury his friends on the hillside by the sea.

　　 A small canal crossed the edge of the city, and Bud staggered onto a small bridge.

　　 The fireworks in the distance rose, reflecting the bridge surface, and sprinkling waves on the quiet water surface of the creek. The young man's figure faintly looked very lonely under the cold firelight.

　　 There was a slight sound of footsteps in front, a slender figure appeared on the opposite side of the bridge, gray boots with black hooded gown, long light golden hair sticking out from between the hats, covered with moonlight. Of silver.

　　 Then the footsteps stopped.

　　 Lorrain Hill looked at the deja vu boy in front of him. His pupils were sorrowful, and his hands were holding a body that had lost its temperature. Behind him, in the distance, there was black smoke and fire, and he could still hear him from time to time. To the shouts of people.

　　"Still, are you late?"

　　 Looking at the cowardly boy before, she sighed softly, and she already had a lot of speculation in her heart.

　　Budd looked at the girl who had helped him on the bridge. She had a pause, and finally couldn't bear the weight with her hands. She knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, but her eyes blinked desperately to prevent a tear from falling~ IndoMTL.com~ Lorraine Hill looked at the teenager quietly, and after a long while, the choking and sobbing sound stopped slowly.

　　 "Are you sent by the gods to save me?" Bud raised his head and looked at the black-robed girl in front of him.

　　 "But, why not save my friend."

　　"Why, why does the hero in the story always appear last?"

　　 "Aren't you a hero? Why can't you save everyone!"

　　 He seemed to question Lorrain Hill, and he seemed to vent his own anger, angry with his cowardice and incompetence.

　　 Although the teenager may not really ask himself, Lorrain Hill still gave an answer.

　　 "I'm sorry, I am not a hero, nor can I save everyone."

　　"In other words, expecting the hero to save everything is a very sad thing."

　　In various legends, everyone is always happy to hear a certain brave or hero step forward to defeat the evil villain and save everything. They place their hopes and wishes on others, but they are content with the status quo and dare not change.

　　 Lorrain Hill stood at the top of the bridge, quietly listening to the boy’s narration, telling the short life of his good friend Gretel.

　　 "Why wait forever instead of standing up?"

　　 Looking at the cowardly boy, Lorrain Hill spoke again, just like the alley outside the restaurant that day.

　　"Why do people always place their hopes on others, and would rather pray to emptied gods, hide in corners and complain about yourself, waiting for the nobles you encounter, than take a step on your own."

　　"When will you become your hero?"

　　 Under the cold moonlight, the girl took off the hood on her head, her silver hair fluttered in the air, and her bright red and transparent eyes looked directly at the shocked young man.